The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

Thorne, you’re bleeding again. The voice came from the surveyor, a man named Dale who sat on the tailgate of his truck, cleaning his lens with a rag that had seen better decades. He didn’t look up. He didn’t need to. The sound was distinct, a wet, granular scraping against the dry dirt of the claim. Elias Thorne stood in the center of the plot, forty-two years old, a miner who had lost his...

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