The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The mortar had hardened in the troughs, a dry, chalky residue that crumbled under the trowel’s edge, and Elias Thorne counted the hours since the last rain, knowing that the air was too dry for the lime to set properly, too dry for the stone to hold the memory of the water that had once bound it. He stood in the courtyard of his estate, a sprawling ruin of granite and mortar in the Scottish...

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