The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The steel burin sat in my palm, cold and sharp as a razor. It was a fine tool, etched with the Mint’s crest, but my grip was loose, my knuckles white against the dark wood of the desk. I was Elias Thorne, forty-two years old, a master engraver in the Imperial Mint, and I had three days to finish the King’s new seal. If I failed, the debt collectors would take Mara. The rule was simple, though...

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