The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The fog does not merely sit upon the moor; it invades it. It is a living, grey tide that swallows the stone cairns and the twisted gorse, erasing the boundary between the earth and the sky until you are walking inside a breath that does not belong to you. You are Edward, though the name feels like a coat that no longer fits, too tight across the shoulders, too short in the sleeves. You are a...

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