The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended grey mist that turned the windows of the Ashworth estate into smeared mirrors. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of beeswax and stale tea, a heavy, suffocating perfume that clung to the velvet upholstery. Margaret stood before the grand mirror, her hand resting on the cold brass rail. She was twenty-six, though the light in the...

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