The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The fruit on the table was not yellow, but the color of old teeth, and it smelled of wet earth and copper. Edward Ashworth sat across from his wife, Margaret, in the high-ceilinged dining room of their ancestral home, which had begun to leak dampness into the walls three seasons ago. He was fifty years old, and he felt the weight of it in his joints, a grinding friction that no amount of...

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