The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The dream had no light. It was a dark, viscous thing, thick as molten amber, pressing against the eyelids of Aldous Vane. He dreamed of his father’s hands. Not the hands he remembered, stiff and cracked by sixty years of tanning hides, but hands of smoke. Hands that reached out from the void and grasped at nothing. In the dream, the air tasted of iron and old blood. Aldous woke with his own...

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