The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The rain in Blackwood Valley does not fall so much as it hangs, a thick, copper-tasting mist that settles into the lungs and refuses to leave. I am writing this by the light of a tallow candle that sputters and dies every time the wind shifts against the windowpane, and my hands are shaking so badly that the ink blots into the paper like fresh blood. Mother is sitting in the chair by the...

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