The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The mist clung to the cobblestones of Lyon like a shroud, thick and damp, swallowing the light of the morning bells. Thomas Bradshaw walked with a heavy step, the weight of the golden mirror in his satchel pressing against his spine, a cold anchor to a world that had grown increasingly hollow. He was thirty years old, an inquisitor by title and by weary habit, but for the last three years, he...

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