The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

You hold the locket. It is gold. It is warm. You do not remember where you found it. You do not remember your name. The road is mud. The sky is low and gray. You are walking north. The wind bites your ears. You pull your cloak tighter. The locket hangs against your chest. It does not feel like metal. It feels like a heart. A small, cold heart. You come to a bridge. The river below is black. It...

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