The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

Thorne. The name hung in the air of the antechamber, heavy and cold, before the double doors of polished mahogany swung open. Elias Thorne, fifty-two years old and stripped of his title, stood alone in the corridor that smelled of beeswax and old paper. He had walked three miles from the squalid boarding house where he slept, his feet aching against the wet pavement, driven by the singular,...

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