The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The sky split open like a ripe fruit. It did not rain. It bled. Thick, golden light poured down from the clouds, soaking the gray uniforms of the patrol. The air smelled of ozone and old copper. Silas stood at the center of the plaza. He held his staff. The wood was dark. The iron tip was cold. He felt the weight of it. It was heavy. It was his only truth. Around him, the city was changing. The...

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