The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

You feel the cold first. It is a wet, heavy thing. It soaks through the wool of your jacket. It settles in the marrow of your bones. You are walking. You have been walking for three days. Your boots are heavy with mud. The mud is black. It clings to the soles. It makes a sucking sound. *Slap. Slap.* Each step pulls the earth up with you. The road is narrow. It winds through the pine forest. The...

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