The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended gray mist that clung to the glass of the shopfront, blurring the neon pulse of the street outside into a smear of electric blue and sickly pink, while inside, in the dim, amber-lit sanctuary of the tailor’s room, Silas Vane sat hunched over a bolt of charcoal wool, his fingers, stained yellowish from years of handling dyes and thread,...

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