The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The river was a slab of black glass, stretched taut between the jagged teeth of the northern cliffs. Elias Thorne stood on the bank, his boots crunching in the snow, and watched the mist curling up from the water’s surface. It was a thin, silver veil that did not behave like fog; it moved against the wind, pooling in the cracks of the ice like spilled mercury. He had walked for three days from...

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