The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The air in the Hall of Whispers did not smell of dust or decay, but of ozone and crushed violets, a scent that seemed to seep into the pores of Silas Vane’s skin the moment he crossed the threshold of the crumbling estate. He had come seeking the source of the rumors that had driven him from the industrial sprawls of New London, a man who had spent three years scrubbing soot from the lungs of...

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