The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The rain had been falling for three days, a cold and persistent sheet that turned the cobblestones of the old quarter into slick, dark mirrors reflecting the gaslight and the weary faces of the men who patrolled the streets, and I stood in the doorway of my room, watching the water drip from the eaves in a steady, rhythmic plink that sounded like a clock counting down to a moment I was not yet...

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