The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The air in the Ward smelled of ozone and damp wool. Elias sat on the cold iron bench. His hands trembled. He looked at his fingers. They were stained black with ink and ash. The cell was white. The light was white. The silence was a heavy, wet thing. It pressed against his eardrums. A door opened. It was not a human door. It was a seam in the fabric of the room. A figure stepped through. She...

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