The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a gray veil drawn tight against the windows of the old manor, blurring the world outside into a watercolor of sorrow. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of wet wool and the metallic tang of fear, a heavy, oppressive weight that pressed against the lungs of every soul within the house. Margaret stood by the hearth, her hands trembling not from the...

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