The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The road was wet. It had been wet for three days. The rain did not fall so much as it existed, a grey veil hanging low over the heath, blurring the line between the earth and the sky. Elias walked. His boots were heavy. The mud sucked at his heels with a wet, rhythmic pull. He carried a staff of ash wood. It was bent. It was old. It had served him for twenty years. He was a reader. Not of...

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