The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

You were holding the ring when the notice came, a cold weight against the palm of your hand that felt less like metal and more like a bruise. It was a gold signet, heavy and unpolished, the kind of thing that belonged in a museum case or a dead man’s pocket, not in the damp lining of a constable’s coat. You had bought it back from the pawnbroker only an hour ago, paying the last of the money...

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