The Golden Farce
The rain had been falling on the city of Oakhaven for three days, a steady, gray curtain that turned the asphalt into a mirror of murky reflections, and in the basement office of the precinct, Detective Elias Thorne sat with his back against the cold concrete wall, his eyes fixed on the brass astrolabe that lay open on the desk before him like a dissected insect, its intricate gears and star...
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