The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The candle had burned down to a stub of tallow, leaving a ring of wax on the silver saucer that Elias Thorne counted in his mind as he stared at the ceiling, one, two, three, counting the hours until dawn with the same grim precision he had used to count the miles of the march for twenty years. The air in the manor was thick with the damp chill of the stone walls, a cold that seeped into the...

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