The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The snow was not falling so much as it was being thrown at me, a gray, stinging curtain that blurred the world into a monochrome smear of ice and rock. I clutched the leather satchel to my chest, the stolen ledger inside it beating against my ribs like a second, terrified heart. I was Elias, a clerk of the King’s treasury, a man who had spent twenty years balancing columns of ink and dust, and...

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