The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The envelope was wet. Not soaked. Just damp. A cold, gray film that stuck to your fingers like a secret you didn’t want to keep. You held it up to the flickering streetlight of the alley behind the shuttered diner. The rain had stopped, but the air still tasted of rust and old pennies. You were the investigator. Or at least, you told yourself that. You had a coat that cost more than your rent....

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