The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The rain fell like a gray shroud over the Ironwood. Captain Elias Thorne did not look up. He held his rifle. The wood was slick. The air tasted of coal smoke and wet stone. Somewhere in the mist, a scream tore the silence. It was not human. It was the sound of metal grinding against bone. Elias tightened his grip. His knuckles were white. The uniform clung to his back, cold and damp. He was a...

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