The Golden Farce
The ledger said I owed the Crown four years of service to secure the pension, but the pass said I had two more to go if I wanted to eat. I counted the coins in my purse, twelve silver marks, enough for a week of bread and a bottle of wine, but not enough for a man who had lost his strength. The cold was a physical thing, a weight that pressed against the ribs, and it tasted of copper on the...
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