The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The rain fell upon the slate roofs of Blackwood with a persistence that felt less like weather and more like judgment. It was a cold, gray drizzle that seeped into the bones of the town, turning the cobblestones slick and the air heavy with the scent of wet wool and decaying leaves. In the narrow lane behind the Old Assize Court, where the shadows pooled thick as ink, Julian Vane stood...

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