The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The dream tasted of iron and ash. Caleb lay in the mud. Not the soft earth of a garden, but the black, sucking sludge of the Underworld. Here, the air did not move. It hung, heavy and thick, pressing against his lungs like a wet wool blanket. He tried to breathe. He could not. A voice spoke. It was not a sound. It was a vibration in the marrow of his bones. *You stole the light.* Caleb looked...

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