The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The rain in Millhaven did not fall; it hovered. It was a fine, grey mist that clung to the wool coats and the damp brick, a persistent dampness that settled into the bones before one even realized it was cold. Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the county line, his suitcase heavy with books he would never read and a coat that had seen better decades. He was leaving. That was the fact that...

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