The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

You stand at the edge of the mossy precipice, the wind tugging at the hem of your roughspun tunic, and you feel the specific, hollow ache in your left knee, a joint that has been failing you since you were a boy. It is a mechanical thing, a grinding of bone on bone, a slow erosion of the cartilage that once held you together. You have learned to map the pain, to calibrate your steps against the...

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