The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The sky tore open. Thunder. A crack like bone. I held the line. Rain. Slick mud. The village below us shuddered. It was not a storm. Not truly. It was a breaking. A severing. My name is Elias. I am the Keeper of the Gate. I have worn the grey coat for forty years. The coat is heavy. It smells of damp wool and old smoke. I do not remember the first day. I only remember the weight. Eleanor was...

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