The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The rain had been falling for three days when Elias Thorne packed his trunk. He did not look at the window. He looked at the mirror. His face was a map of lines that had not been there in his youth. He was a clerk. He was quiet. He was leaving. The town of Oakhaven was small. It was also ancient. The streets were paved with stones that had been worn smooth by centuries of feet. The air smelled...

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