The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

Act I Baptiste Girard’s back cracked against the wire as the crowd surged, the metal biting into his shoulder blades until the pain turned white and hot. He was pinned there, bleeding from a gash above his eye, while the chants of the townspeople rose like smoke from the damp earth. They called him a monster, a butcher, a thing of the state, and the sound of their voices was a physical weight...

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