The Golden Farce
The road had become a ribbon of wet gravel that snaked through the valley, blurring the line between the sky and the earth, and Thomas walked it with the heavy, rhythmic cadence of a man who had forgotten how to stop, his boots sinking into the mud as if the ground itself were trying to pull him down into the dark, damp soil where the roots of the ancient oaks twisted together in a silent,...
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