The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The rain fell like iron filings. It slicked the road into a black ribbon that stretched out toward the horizon, a path with no end. Silas walked. His boots were heavy. They were caked in mud that smelled of rot and old blood. He carried the lantern. It was a brass thing. It hummed. It was warm against his chest, a second heart. He was a man of the law. Or he had been. The badge was gone. The...

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