The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The rain had turned the cobblestones of the High Street into a slick, black mirror, reflecting the gas lamps in distorted, trembling pools of amber light. Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the market square, his hand resting on the hilt of a sword that had not been drawn in forty years, feeling the cold dampness seep through the wool of his cloak. He was an old man, his beard a tangled thicket...

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