The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The brass key in your hand is cold, heavier than it looks, its teeth worn smooth by years of turning locks that should have stayed shut. You hold it up to the light, watching the grain of the metal catch the gas flare, and for a moment you think you see a face in the tarnish, a ghost of a woman who died before you were born, smiling with a mouth full of rot. The key is the only thing you own...

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