The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The rain on the windshield was not water, but a fine, gray sleet that hissed against the glass, turning the world outside into a smear of charcoal and rust. You sat in the driver’s seat of the black sedan, your hands resting lightly on the wheel, fingers straight, knuckles pale. You were not going anywhere in particular, or rather, you were going exactly where the order sheet directed, though...

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