The Golden Farce
The dream began not with a whisper, but with the heavy, suffocating weight of velvet. Elias Thorne awoke in the grey light of his London flat, the taste of copper and old dust clinging to the back of his throat. He was a man who had spent the better part of his life chasing shadows in the labyrinth of the Metropolitan Police, a detective whose mind was a sharp, cold instrument, yet his soul was...
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