The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

Kraków in the Copper Age moved with the heavy, grinding rhythm of a millstone, the old quarter folding in on itself like a letter never sent. The air smelled of wet clay and the sharp, metallic tang of the new bridge tolls that the lord had imposed. Danuta Mazur stood at the counter of the Bureau of Allocations, her fingers wrapped tightly around a cracked porcelain vial. She was twenty-four,...

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