The Golden Farce
The carriage wheels ground against the loose gravel of the county road, a rhythmic, bone-deep shudder that traveled up through the leather seat and into the marrow of Elias Thorne, a man who had spent the better part of his life believing that the world could be parsed into clean, logical sentences if one only looked hard enough at the footnotes, yet who was currently being jolted by the...
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