The Golden Farce

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2026-08-22 09:38:29 -

The Golden Farce

The rain had not stopped for three days, and the dampness of Blackwood Hall had begun to settle into my bones, a cold, wet weight that mirrored the rot spreading through the foundation stones. I stood in the center of the drawing room, holding the letter from the bank in one hand and the deed to the estate in the other, the paper trembling slightly against my palm. My son, Arthur, was in debt;...

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