The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a fine, gray mist that clung to the wool of the coat and settled into the pores of the skin, a persistent dampness that seemed to originate from within the body itself rather than from the sky above. Elias Thorne walked with a gait that had long since ceased to be hurried and had instead become a kind of rhythmic, inevitable trudge, his boots...

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