The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The dream is always the same, a wet, coppery weight in the palm that does not belong to the arm holding it. I wake with the sensation of severed nerves singing a high, thin note, my fingers curled around empty air, the sweat cold on my forehead in the drafty cabin. I am Elias Thorne, forty years old, a surveyor by trade and a ghost by legal description, and I have come to the Ironwood Company’s...

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