The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The road was a scar of red clay. Elias walked it. He walked with a limp. He walked with a map. The map was folded into a square. The square was worn. The paper was soft. It felt like skin. He was a merchant. He sold nothing. He carried nothing. He carried a name. The name was his burden. The name was his gold. He entered the town of Oakhaven. The air was thick. The air was sweet. It smelled of...

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