The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a gray veil that turned the heath into a sea of mud and rusted iron. Elias Thorne walked. He had walked for three days without rest, his boots heavy with the silt of the moor, his body a hollow vessel that still beat with a stubborn, animal rhythm. He was a man who had left the city of Oakhaven not in triumph, but in the quiet, shivering shame of an...

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