The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended curtain of grey water that smelled of wet iron and old paper. Marcus Thorne stood on the platform at the end of the line, his breath misting in the cold air, watching the train slide away into the fog. He was a man who dealt in preservations, a restorer of antiquities who could coax life back into a cracked porcelain vase or a faded oil...

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