The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The porridge had been boiling since before the dawn broke, a thick, grey sludge that clung to the sides of the iron pot with a persistence that felt almost biological, as if the grains of oat and barley had fused into a single, sentient mass that refused to be separated from the heat that birthed it. "You must eat," said the Keeper, his voice a dry rasp that scraped against the silence of the...

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