The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The river was a gray ribbon. It wound through the city. It had no name. Or rather, it had many names, but none were true. They were just words. People said them. They did not hear them. Elias sat on the bank. The water lapped at his boots. The leather was cracked. He rubbed his hands. They were rough. They were old. He counted the days. Not with fingers. With the erosion of the stone beneath...

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