The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The wind cut through the wool coat. It was a cold wind. It smelled of wet pine and old stone. Elias walked fast. His boots crunched on the gravel. The path was narrow. It wound up the mountain. The sky was gray. No clouds. Just a flat, heavy sheet of white. He looked at his hands. They were shaking. He put them in his pockets. The fabric was torn. The cold seeped in. He did not care. He only...

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