The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The brass key was cold, slick with the condensation of the basement air, and Elias Thorne turned it over in his palm, feeling the weight of it like a stone in a riverbed. He was forty-two, a man who had spent two decades chasing paper trails through damp attics and municipal basements, and he stood now in the restricted archive of the St. Jude’s Guild, the air thick with the smell of decaying...

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