The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The strap of my radio dug into my collar as I pulled the coat from the mud. It was a heavy wool thing, dark green, worn thin at the elbows where the fabric had rubbed against the rough timber of the mill’s frame. I held it up. The fog was thick here, a white soup that swallowed the world beyond ten feet. In my pocket, my hand brushed the cold brass of the gold watch Kael had dropped. It had...

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