The Golden Farce
The taste of copper was thick on Elias’s tongue, a metallic tang that clung to the back of his throat like dried blood. He spat onto the hardwood floor, the dark speckling a stark contrast against the pale oak. His hands were shaking, not from cold, but from the aftershock of the impact. The man across from him, a former colleague named Silas, lay curled in the corner of the study, breathing in...
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