The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The rain in London did not fall so much as it hung, a grey curtain that blurred the boundaries between the cobblestones and the sky, turning the city into a watercolor of soot and stone. Arthur Pendelton walked through it with the heavy, deliberate gait of a man who had carried too much weight for too long, his boots striking the wet pavement with a rhythmic thud that seemed to echo the beating...

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