The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The house smelled of wet wool and old copper, a scent that clung to the curtains and the heavy oak furniture of the Whitmore estate. It was a Tuesday in November, the kind of day where the rain did not fall so much as it suspended itself in the air, a grey mist that erased the edges of the world beyond the garden walls. Inside, the air was thick with the humidity of bodies, the clatter of...

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