The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The rain had not stopped for three days. It drummed against the high, narrow windows of the bunker, a rhythmic tapping that sounded like the heartbeat of the earth itself. Captain Elias Thorne stood at the head of the table. The room was small, windowless save for those vertical slits of glass, and smelled of damp wool and ozone. The air was thin. It was always thin in the deep places. "Read it...

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