The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The ledger showed three hundred and twelve hours of labor, unpaid. Silas Vane counted the lines in the margin with a finger stained by ink and rust, the paper brittle under his touch. He was thirty years old, and his knees ached with the damp chill of the port town of Oakhaven, a place where the mist rolled in from the sea like a gray tide that swallowed the cobblestones whole. The smell of...

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