The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The letter on the desk was thick, cream-colored, and smelled of the bank’s sterile, recycled air. Elias Thorne did not open it. He sat in the high-backed chair that his grandfather had carved from oak, his right hand resting on the armrest, his left hand hidden beneath the table where the pain lived. The pain was a dull, grinding ache, a sensation like wet sand moving under the skin, which had...

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