The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a grey, suspended fog that clung to the shoulders of the boys like a wet shroud, turning the dirt path into a slurry of brown mud that sucked at their boots with a wet, desperate sound. "Keep moving, Thomas," the voice behind them was not a shout but a command, low and vibrating in the chest, carrying the weight of iron. "The valley is wide, but the...

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