The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The soot never washed out. It lived in the creases of my knuckles, in the white of my eyes, a permanent testament to the heat that cooked us alive in the lower districts. I was the city’s shadow, a man made of smoke and suspicion, hired to look where no one else dared. My name was Elias Thorne. I did not ask for this life. I simply survived it. The work had been scarce for months. The mills...

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