The Golden Farce
The rain in the city of Oakhaven did not fall so much as it insisted, a heavy, grey curtain that blurred the edges of the cobblestones and turned the gaslight into a sickly, yellow smear. Elias Thorne stood on the corner of Merchant’s Row, his boots slick with mud, his hand resting not on a weapon but on the cold, iron rim of a pocket watch that had stopped ticking three years ago. He was a...
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