The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

Vane, you look like a man who has swallowed a coal and is too proud to spit it out. The words from the clerk, Piers, hung in the damp air of the workshop, sharp and brittle as the frost on the windowpane. Elias Vane did not answer; he sat on the edge of his workbench, the wood groaning under the sudden shift of his weight, and stared at the vial in his hand. It was a small thing, no larger than...

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