The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The rain fell in sheets. It hammered against the thatch. The cold bit deep. Elias walked. He had no boots. His feet were raw. The mud sucked at his heels. He walked toward the gate. The village slept. The fire was low. The embers glowed. Red. Like old blood. He was a seeker. That was his title. Not a man. A question mark. He sought the cure. He sought the end of the hunger. The hunger was a...

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