The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The dream was always the same, a heavy, suffocating heat that smelled of old copper and burnt sugar. Elias Thorne woke with a gasp, his skin prickling as if it had been brushed by a wire, and there, resting on the white pillowcase like a shed scale, was a single thread of gold. It did not glint; it simply sat there, inert and heavy, absorbing the grey light of the morning. He was forty-two...

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