The Golden Farce
The room was small. The air was stale. Elias Thorne sat at the desk. He did not sleep. He did not eat. He only listened. The clock on the wall ticked. It was a loud sound. It filled the silence. It marked the seconds. It marked the hours. It marked the life leaving him. Elias was a scholar. He had spent forty years in this house. He had spent forty years with these books. The shelves lined the...
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