The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a grey veil stretched tight across the moor, erasing the horizon until the world was nothing but wet wool and the taste of iron. Elias Vane stood alone in the hollow of his own ribs, a cavity where the heart used to beat with a steady, mechanical thud. He was a man made of wire and silence, a ranger who patrolled the borderlands where the map dissolved...

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