The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The rain in Harrow’s Bend had a specific weight to it, a heavy, iron-tasting drizzle that seeped into the marrow and refused to let go. Silas Vane walked against it, his boots striking the wet cobblestones with a rhythmic, hollow thud. He was a man who had once moved with the fluid grace of a hunting dog, but time, that silent thief, had stolen his stride. His back, once a bow of unyielding...

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