The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The banquet hall smelled of roasted pheasant and old dust. It was a scent that clung to the velvet drapes and settled in the pores of the skin, a physical weight that marked the passage of time in this city. Here, in the underbelly of the metropolis, the air was thick with the hum of electrical conduits and the whispered confessions of those who had learned to read the code. Elias stood at the...

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