The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The coin was warm, not hot, but warm, like a stone left in the sun all day. Elian held it between his thumb and forefinger, the metal smooth and unmarked except for a faint, pulsing heat that wasat in time with his own pulse. Across the table, Magistrate Vane leaned back, his fingers steepled, watching the boy with the lazy amusement of a cat observing a mouse in a jar. "You think this buys...

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