The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The train cut through the fog like a knife through wet paper. Elias Thorne stood at the window, his uniform pressed tight against his ribs. The fabric was stiff. It smelled of starch and old sweat. He was a man built for order. His shoulders were square. His hands were steady. He watched the gray fields blur past. The trees were bare. They looked like skeletal fingers reaching for a sky that...

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