The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The rain did not fall so much as it was forced into the world, a relentless, grey hammering against the slate roof of the manor that had outlived its masters. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of damp wool and old parchment, a smell that Edmund Vane had come to associate with the slow decay of his own vitality. He sat in the high-backed chair by the fireplace, his hands wrapped around a...

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