The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The rain had not stopped for forty days, and the house was drowning from the inside out. Elias Thorne sat in the high-backed chair by the cold hearth, the leather creaking softly under the weight of his stillness. He was a man who had forgotten how to be loud, a clerk of the old court, a keeper of ledgers that no one else trusted to hold the weight of their sins. The water seeped through the...

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