The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The dream had no edges. It was just the river, brown and thick with silt, moving under a sky the color of bruised plums. Thomas stood on the bank, his boots sinking into the mud up to the ankle. He was not wearing his uniform, but he felt the weight of it in his shoulders, a phantom armor made of iron and regret. In his hands, he held a lantern. The glass was intact, the wick steady, but the...

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