The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The banquet hall in the coastal town of Oakhaven was a cathedral of excess, its air thick with the scent of roasted duck and damp wool, a humid fog that clung to the skin like a second, heavier shirt. Thomas Bradshaw sat at the head of the long oak table, his hands folded neatly over a plate of untouched food, while the other townspeople roared with laughter and drank from pewter mugs that...

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