The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The rain in the city did not fall; it hung in the air, a grey mist that tasted of iron and old pennies. Elias Thorne stood on the platform of the night train, his uniform pressed to a razor’s edge, his eyes fixed on the receding figure of his wife, Clara. She did not wave. She simply stood there, a silhouette carved out of the fog, until the tunnel swallowed her whole. Elias adjusted his cuff....

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