The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The train from Boston smelled of coal dust and wet wool, a scent that clung to my clothes and burrowed into my skin long after we crossed the border into Massachusetts. I held Elara’s hand, that left hand of hers which glowed with a faint, cold luminescence, a steady pulse of light that I had to keep hidden beneath a thick leather glove. We were seeking a cure for her wasting lungs, a condition...

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