The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a thick gray veil that erased the horizon and swallowed the world whole. Margaret Holloway stood in the muck of the valley, her boots sinking into the sludge with every step, the weight of the rifle in her hands feeling less like a weapon and more like a limb she had grown out of necessity. The air smelled of wet iron and burnt pine, a scent that had...

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