The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended gray curtain that blurred the edges of the world, turning the rugged coastal highway into a ribbon of wet slate and fractured light. Dr. Elias Thorne drove with his hands loose at ten and two, his knuckles white not from tension but from a cold that seemed to seep through the leather of the steering wheel and into the marrow of...

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