The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The snow on the border line did not fall; it hovered, suspended in a static charge that tasted of copper and old blood. Elias Thorne stood alone in the white void, his breath misting and dissipating before he could count the seconds it took. He was forty years old, and his knees ached with a dull, persistent throb that the cold only sharpened. He wanted the promotion. He wanted the money that...

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