The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The fog rolls in from the east, thick as wool, swallowing the cobblestones of Harrowgate. You stand before the Weeping Stone, a slab of black basalt that has sat in the town square for centuries, waiting. In your left hand, you grip the cracked mirror. It is cold, colder than the air, colder than the stone beneath your boots. You are Elias Thorne, forty-two, a man who has spent his life chasing...

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