The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The dream was always the same, a shimmering gold haze that rose from the snow like heat from asphalt, blurring the world into a soft, indistinct smear of light until I could no longer tell where the ground ended and the sky began. I woke with a gasp, the cold biting into my skin so sharply it felt like a physical blow, and the first thing I saw was the crate strapped to my back, the wood...

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