The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The banquet hall smelled of roasted pheasant and old money. It was a heavy scent, thick enough to choke on. Elias stood by the door. He watched the guests. They moved like ghosts in silk. Laughter filled the air. It sounded brittle. It sounded like dry leaves scraping on stone. Elias felt a cold knot in his stomach. He was a man who sought truth. He was a hunter of lies. Or so he believed. He...

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