The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The fog is thick. It tastes of iron. It tastes of rust. You are leaving. You carry the box. It is heavy. It is gold. No, it is not gold. It is lead. It is a lie. Your friend, Elias, watches from the porch. He does not speak. He holds a lantern. The light is weak. It trembles. He looks at you. He looks at the box. He looks at the rain. You do not look back. You walk. The mud sucks at your boots....

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