The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The silver clasp in Elias Thorne’s pocket felt less like metal and more like a coal bank, radiating a heat that seeped through the wool of his trousers and into the bone of his hip. He stood on the crumbling threshold of Vane House, the great iron gates groaning behind him as they closed, sealing off the last of the twilight. Elias was thirty-two, a man who had spent the last decade chasing the...

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