The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

"Put it down." The voice was a rasp of gravel. It scraped against the silence of the hall. Elias did not move. His hand remained on the hilt. The leather was warm. It hummed with a low, vibrating tension. He looked at the Inspector. The man stood by the door. He wore a coat of dark wool. It smelled of rain and stale tobacco. "Drop the sword, Elias." The word hung in the air. It was heavy. It...

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