The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The rain had been falling for three days, a relentless, grey sheet that turned the streets of the old quarter into sluggish rivers of mud and oil. Inside the dilapidated townhouse, the air was thick with the scent of damp wool and stale coffee. Arthur Hale sat in the high-backed chair by the window, his uniform draped over his shoulders like a shroud. It was a heavy thing, the coat, made of a...

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