The Golden Downtown
Act I Duncan Cameron had worked as a tax collector for the parish on the Isle of Skye for twenty-two years, and in that time he had never once failed to pay the tithe on his own barley, no matter how thin the harvest. He sat on the edge of the narrow bed in the caravanserai, the smell of damp wool and stale smoke heavy in the air, and watched his left hand rest on the blanket. In the dream that...
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