The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The Headmaster’s hand was a claw of bone and cold leather as it closed around the golden apple, and I did not pull away because pulling away would have meant admitting that I was afraid, and I was not afraid, I was only watching the way the light in the fruit shifted from a warm, living pulse to a sickly, trembling yellow under the scrutiny of his grey eyes, which were the color of the wet...

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