The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The rain on the porch had a sound like tearing silk, a long, continuous pull that matched the mood in your chest. You stood there, watching the mud slick around the boots of the man who was leaving, the man who had been your brother in arms, in blood, and in the quiet, suffocating silence of the last six months. His name was Thomas, and he was going back to the city, back to the office with the...

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