The Golden Farce
The bell in the tower had been silent for three days. Miles stood in the center of the square, his coat thin against the biting wind. The fabric was worn thin at the elbows, the threadbare cotton offering little defense against the chill that seeped into his bones. He did not shiver. Shivering was a luxury he could not afford. He was the town’s sole investigator, a title that held no weight in...
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