The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The wind did not howl so much as it remembered, a long, low vibration that seemed to rise from the very marrow of the earth, carrying with it the scent of wet iron and crushed pine needles that had long since turned to black rot under the endless, gray sky. Margaret Holloway walked, or rather, she dragged her feet through the mud of a road that had not existed on any map for decades, a path...

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