The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

Did you think the ink would stop at the nib? The cold in Melbourne was not a temperature but a debt, a heavy, low-hanging cloud that pressed against the glass of the telegraph office where I sat, my hand trembling over the half-erased slate. I was thirty years old, a collector of debts with a limp in my left leg, and I was trying to write a cure for my brother, Thomas, whose lungs were failing...

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