The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The invoice lay on the mahogany table, its edges crisp and white against the dark wood. Elias Thorne stared at the figures, the ink sharp and unforgiving. He was forty-two years old, and his lungs felt like they were filled with wet sand. The banquet hall around him hummed with the clatter of silver and the low murmur of men who had money and did not know how to spend it. He was the master of...

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