The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The rain in Seattle did not wash things clean; it merely made the grime shine with a wet, oily luster. Elias Thorne stood on the corner of Fourth Avenue, watching the umbrellas bloom and close like bruised mushrooms. He held the bird in a canvas bag against his chest, its weight a heavy, rhythmic pulse against his ribs. It was a starling, iridescent and slick, its feathers matted with the...

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