The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The box was small. It sat on the table. A square of mahogany. Inlaid with brass. It looked like a coffin for a finger. I looked at it. My hands shook. The air in the shop was stale. Dust motes danced in the shaft of light from the window. I am a restorer. I fix old things. I make them new. Or I try to. My name is Elias. I live in Chicago. The city is loud. It is a beast. It eats time. I eat...

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