The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

Thorne. The name hit the back of my neck like a slap, sharp and sudden, cutting through the low, rhythmic thrum of the city’s ventilation systems. I turned, my boots scraping against the wet asphalt, and saw Sergeant Miller standing under the amber glow of a streetlamp, his face a mask of bureaucratic fatigue, his eyes fixed on the ledger in his hand rather than on me. "Thorne, you’re late for...

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