The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The ink burned before it dried. I signed my name, Mara Vane, in the bottom right corner of the Gilded Ledger, the nib scratching a furrow into the vellum that felt less like writing and more like branding. The room was the archive, a sub-basement vault of the firm, smelling of dust and old paper. Elias stood behind me, his hand resting on my shoulder with a weight that felt like a threat. He...

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