The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a grey curtain stitched to the earth, blurring the distinction between the muddy road and the heath. Thomas Vane stood beneath the eaves of a ruined chapel, his breath pluming in the cold, watching the water bead on the rim of his left sleeve. It was a small thing, a fraying of thread, but it had become the center of his universe. He watched the...

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