The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The bell above the door did not ring so much as exhale, a long, metallic sigh that seemed to carry the weight of the entire autumn evening into the shop. Silas stood by the counter, his hands resting on the cool, polished wood, feeling the grain of the oak beneath his palms like the pulse of a sleeping animal. The air inside the workshop was thick with the scent of beeswax and dried lavender, a...

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