The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

Reginald Larkin pressed the stamp into the wet ink, the heavy brass block clanking against the desk as he signed his own erasure. The office of the Border Authority was cold, a damp chill that seeped through the wool of his uniform and settled in the joints of his knees, a temperature that had nothing to do with the November air outside. He watched the ink dry, black and absolute, over the line...

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