The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The tower stood in the mist, a spire of white stone rising from a void that had no horizon. It was not a building in the sense of a house or a hall. It was a wound in the air, a vertical tear where the sky bled down to meet the nothingness below. Elias stood at its base. He wore his uniform, though the fabric had grown soft, losing the crispness of wool and taking on the texture of wet paper....

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