The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended judgment of gray mist that clung to the damp wool of Thomas Bradshaw’s coat and seeped into the bones of the old brick station. He stood in the center of the main hall, a space that smelled of wet stone, stale coffee, and the metallic tang of old blood, watching the large oak doors at the far end shudder against the wind. Inside,...

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