The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

You are pulling the silver clasp from the collar of your coat, your fingers numb and swollen, the metal cold against your skin. The light is failing, turning the highlands into a bruise of purple and gray, and the air tastes of copper and old rain. You have been walking for six hours, your boots heavy with mud, the damp cold settling into the joints of your knees and the small of your back. You...

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