The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The boy stood in the center of the corridor. The floor was cold tile. It bit through his thin shoes. He did not shiver. He held the box. It was small. Wood. Dark. Heavy. "Put it down, Elian." The voice came from the end of the hall. Mr. Vance. The Director. He did not walk. He glided. His shoes made no sound. He smiled. It was a thin smile. A cut in the air. "I cannot," Elian said. His voice...

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