The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The iron gate of the Ashworth estate groaned as you stepped over the threshold, the sound a low, metallic moan that seemed to vibrate in the marrow of your bones. It was a Tuesday in late November, the air thick with the scent of wet slate and impending snow, and you stood there in your charcoal uniform, the brass buttons of your tunic catching the dying light of the afternoon. You were not...

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