The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The apple in Elias Thorne’s pocket was soft. It had been that way for two days, the skin turning brown and leathery under the pressure of his thumb. He sat at his desk in the border station, the fluorescent lights humming a low, electric note that drilled into his temples. Twenty years of service had worn the years off him, leaving a man of forty-five who looked sixty. He wanted only to finish...

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