The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The damp of the cellar did not smell of mold, but of old paper and colder stone, a scent that Elias Thorne had inhaled for twenty years until it seemed to have replaced the air in his own lungs. He sat hunched over the oak table, his fingers stained with the black ink of the charter he was copying, the parchment brittle beneath his careful touch. He was forty years old, a scholar of antiquities...

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