The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

Elias Thorne. The name hung in the thin, cold air of the dormitory, called out by the night watchman’s whistle rather than his lips, a sharp, metallic shriek that cut through the heavy silence of the iron bunkhouse. Elias jerked awake, the sheets tangled around his legs, the taste of ash still coating his tongue from the dream. In the dream, the road was always there, a ribbon of molten gold...

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