The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The rain fell upon the slate roofs of Ashworth Hall with a persistent, rhythmic hiss, a sound that had become the only music Margaret knew. She stood at the window of the small, drafty chamber assigned to her, watching the gray mist swallow the grounds. In her hands, she held a shard of gold leaf, no larger than a fingernail. It was a fragment of the Gilded Mirror that had once dominated the...

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