The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The rain did not fall. It rose. “Look at the water, Thomas,” Elias said. His voice was thin. It scraped against the silence. “It is coming up the stairs.” Thomas stared. The floorboards were dry. The air smelled of wet stone and old parchment. He looked at his brother. Elias was pale. His fingers trembled on the hilt of his sword. “It is an illusion,” Thomas said. “A trick of the mist.” “Do not...

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