The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The rain did not fall; it hung. It sat on the cobblestones of Miller’s Creek like a heavy, wet wool blanket. The air tasted of iron and ozone. Elias stood in the square, his coat soaked through to the skin. He was not a man built for this. He was a man who had crossed an ocean to escape the cold, yet here he was, shivering in a town that felt colder than the sea. His mother’s watch was in his...

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