The Golden Farce
Act I Why did you stay so long? The question hung in the damp air of the salt smugglers' cove, unanswered by the tide that lapped against the stone. Carl Yancey, a border patrol agent whose pension depended on retiring before his next shift, stood at the water’s edge, feeling the grit of the shoreline under his boots. He had ignored the town’s superstition for years, the uncanny phenomenon...
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