The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The wind carried the smell of wet iron and old dust. It was a scent that sat heavy in the back of the throat. Elias Thorne pulled his collar up. The leather was cracked. It bit into his neck with every step. He walked the ridge line. Below, the valley was a patchwork of gray and brown. The modern world had abandoned this place. The cell towers stood like dead trees. Silent. Useless. Elias was a...

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