The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The letter on the oak table was not a letter at all, but a ledger of debts, its edges soft and frayed from thirty years of handling, the ink faded to a brownish gray that smelled of iron and old dust. I sat in the scriptorium, the cold stone floor seeping chill through the wool of my robes, and watched the dust motes dance in the single shaft of light that pierced the gloom. My name, Elias...

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