The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

I Carl Zorn stood at the edge of the moor, the wind cutting through his threadbare coat, and looked back at the distillery that had failed him, a place where the rain found every hole in the roof and the mill wheel, freed for the season, screamed a low, metallic groan into the grey air. He was thirty years old, a refugee from the Rhineland, and he carried a vial of golden elixir in his pocket,...

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