The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The dream was always the same. The barn door swung open on a hinge that screamed like a dying animal, and the dust motes hung suspended in the shaft of moonlight, swirling in a vortex that had no center. Elias stood in the center of it, twelve years old, his hands empty. His father, who had been dead for four years, walked toward him. He did not walk so much as drift, his form made of the same...

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