The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The brass compass in my hand was heavier than it looked, a weight that settled into the meat of my palm like a stone dropped into deep water. I stood in the center of the Ministry’s main hall, the floor tiles polished to a mirror sheen that reflected the low, grey sky pressing down on the alpine valley. My father had given me this compass twenty years ago, when I was twelve and he was already...

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