The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The rain had not stopped for three days, turning the cobblestones of the court into slick, black mirrors that reflected the gaslight in fractured, trembling shards. "You are looking at it again," said Lord Ashworth, his voice a low rumble that seemed to vibrate in the wet air. He did not look up from his ledger. The scratching of his quill was the only other sound in the vast, vaulted chamber,...

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