The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The rain had stopped. It stopped abruptly, as if the sky had simply given up. Elias stood on the platform at Greystone, his coat soaked through, the water dripping from his nose in a steady, rhythmic tap. He waited. The train was late. It was always late. He liked that. It gave him time to think. Or so he told himself. He was a man of letters. A professor of history at a small university in the...

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