The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The rain had not stopped for three days, turning the red clay of the valley floor into a slick, treacherous mire that sucked at your boots with the tenacious, sucking mouth of a wet sponge, and you stood there, soaked to the bone, the weight of the ceramic jar in your hands feeling less like a container and more like a second heart, beating with a rhythm that was not your own, a rhythm that...

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