The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The train hissed into the fog. Silas stepped off the platform. His boots clicked on the gravel. The air smelled of coal and rain. It was heavy. It was wet. It was alive. He held a lantern. The glass was thick. The flame was small. It shook in his hand. Silas was old. His face was a map of lines. He walked to the station master’s office. The door was open. The light inside was yellow. It felt...

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