The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The dream had the texture of wet wool, heavy and cold against the skin. Elias stood in a vast, circular hall where the floor was paved with tiles of polished obsidian, each one reflecting a different face from his past. There was his mother, smiling with a mouth full of rot. There was the magistrate, his eyes like dead fish. There was his brother, Thomas, whose hand was wrapped in bandages that...

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