The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The city breathed. It was a shallow, rattling breath. Rain slicked the cobblestones. The smell of wet wool hung thick. It clung to the skin. It tasted of ash. Silas stood at the window. He held the vial. It was small. Glass, clear and cold. Inside, a liquid like amber. It glowed softly. A pulse. A heartbeat. Not his. He was a stranger here. He had been for three days. Three days of gray. Three...

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