The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The resignation form lay on the desk, the paper thin and grey, smelling of the damp wool in my coat. I held the pen. My hand did not shake, but the shadow cast by the desk lamp stretched across the wood, long and wrong, its fingers splayed toward the door. I signed my name. The ink bled into the fibers. Governor Halloway stood by the window. He did not look at me. He looked at the fog pressing...

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