The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The rain did not fall. It was there. A constant, gray suspension in the air of the city. It coated the cobblestones in a slick, black film. It entered the bones. It settled in the lungs. Elias walked. He had no destination. He had no name that mattered anymore. The rain was his only companion. It was a faithful thing. It never left him. He was a boy. Or he had been. Time had stretched him out....

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