The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The wind here does not blow; it hunts. It scours the basalt cliffs of the Scottish Highlands with a sound like tearing metal, carrying a taste of iron and ozone that sits heavy on the tongue. I am Elias Thorne, forty-two years old, and I am dying. Or rather, I am being unmade, slowly and deliberately, by the last viable seed of the Golden Larkspur. My heart beats in a rhythm that is not my own;...

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