The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The gold leaf on the ceiling of Lord Vane’s manor peeled in slow, curling strips, drifting down onto the silver platters like dead skin. Elias Thorne stood rigid, his hand resting on the pommel of his sword, watching the mist settle on the shoulders of the magistrate. The Gilded Rot was thick tonight, a heavy, amber fog that clung to the velvet coats of the wealthy and turned their skin to a...

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