The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The mill wheel broke. Not with a groan. No scream of wood. Just a snap. Thin. Clean. Like a bone under a hammer. I was standing there. Holding the rope. My hands were slick. Steam rose. Black. Thick. It tasted of iron. And coal. I am Elias Thorne. I do not remember the name well. It feels borrowed. Like a coat. Too large. Itchy. I came here for the work. The work in the city. The city of...

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