The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The blood on the dry riverbed was not red, but a dark, caked rust that had fused with the silt, and you stood over it with your boots sinking into the cold mud, the smell of iron and decay hanging heavy in the air as you tried to remember the last time your father had laughed, a sound that had been erased by the bureaucratic silence that now defined your life. You are Elias Thorne, forty-two, a...

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