The Golden Farce
The scale tipped with the weight of the brass. Elias Vane counted the coins into the leather pouch, one by one, listening to the dry click of metal against metal, a sound that seemed to hollow out the silence of the small room where his daughter lay feverish and still. He had twenty-three dollars in his pocket, enough for the train to the frontier fort, but not enough for the medicine that...
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