The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

Act I The border mist does not care for the curfew of the pleasure quarter, nor for the dying monitors of the internet café that hums like a hive of dead bees at the edge of the village; it simply eats the light, and when the light is gone, the names are gone. I am Senga Fraser, a border warden of thirty-two years, and I wake with the taste of copper in my mouth, the same metallic tang that...

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