The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a grey, suspended mist that clung to the cobblestones of the old quarter like a shroud draped over a corpse, and in this damp, clinging silence, Elias Thorne sat alone in the cellar of the Magistrate’s office, his back pressed against the cold stone wall, his hands folded in his lap, fingers interlaced so tightly that the knuckles turned white and...

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