The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The wind screamed. It tore at the hems of Elias’s coat. He walked. The road was a ribbon of grey stone. It cut through the moor. The mist clung to the ground. It whispered secrets. Elias heard them. He always heard them. He was not a man. He was a vessel. A conduit. The spirit of the land spoke through his throat. It used his lungs. It wore his skin. The villagers called him the Seer. They...

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