The Golden Farce
The tremor in Elias Thorne’s right hand was no longer a subtle flicker but a rhythmic, violent shudder that rattled the spine of the ledger against the mahogany desk, a sound like dry bones cracking in a silent room. He was fifty-two, a senior archivist at the Ministry of Historical Records, and in three weeks he would face the final review that determined whether he would retire with dignity...
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