The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The morning the city burned, it was not with fire, but with a silence so thick it tasted of copper and old blood. Elias Vane stood on the balcony of his hotel room, the air trembling with the heat of a July that had lasted too long. Below, the streets of the ancient capital were empty, the cobblestones slick with a mist that refused to lift. He held a small, tarnished silver spoon in his hand,...

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