The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The fever broke in the night. I woke to the smell of copper. And rot. The house held its breath. I am a sinner. That is the only truth left. My name is Elias. It matters little now. The door was open. Wind howled in. I sat up. Pain lanced through my ribs. Like a blade. I looked at the table. A bowl of broth sat there. Hot. Steaming. I did not make it. No one else is here. The house is empty. Or...

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