The Golden Farce
I coughed up the gold before the door opened. It was a small, solid nugget, no bigger than a lentil, warm and heavy in my mouth. I spat it onto the concrete floor of my cell. It rolled to a stop against the base of the wall, a bright, obscene thing in the grey dust. I watched it there for a long time. The silence in this place was not empty; it was a physical weight, pressing against my...
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