The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The rain had not stopped for three days, turning the red clay of the valley into a slurry that sucked at the boots of every soul who dared to traverse the high road, a road that was less a path and more a scar in the earth, a jagged line of mud and broken stone that wound its way through the mist-choked hills where the air tasted of iron and decay. I was walking because there was nothing else...

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