The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The rain did not fall. It hung. A grey, heavy curtain over the estate. Elara stood in the center of the hall. The stone floor was cold. She wore the black shawl. It was thin. She felt the weight of it. Not the wool. The truth. She was the Seeker. That was her title. The woman who found what was lost. Or what was hidden. Here, in the old house of the Vane family, it was both. The house was...

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