The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The banquet hall of the Ashworth estate did not smell of roasts or wine, but of ozone and wet stone, a scent that clung to the back of the throat like a metallic aftertaste. It was a sprawling, dust-choked affair, a gathering of the local elite who had come to witness the unveiling of the new hydro-geological survey, a project that promised to map the subterranean veins of the county. At the...

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