The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The ice was wrong. It hummed. A low, sick thrum that vibrated in the teeth. Silas pressed his palm against the surface of the millpond. It should have been hard. Cold. Dead. Instead, it felt like skin. Warm. Pulsing. He pulled his hand back. Shook it out. "Bad dream," he whispered. But the pond was there. The old mill stood on the bank, rotting into the mud. Silas was not a man who dreamed. He...

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