The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The rain did not fall so much as it existed, a heavy, vertical mist that blurred the edge of the world and turned the cobblestones of the high street into a mirror of slate and iron. Sergeant Arthur Vane stood at the threshold of the Old Hall, his hand resting on the hilt of a sword that felt less like steel and more like a cold, living bone. He was not here to guard the door. He was here to...

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