The Golden Farce
The letter lay on the mahogany desk, the ink still wet, the signature of the Society of Natural Philosophy bold and dismissive. Elias Vane read it twice, his eyes tracing the clause that demanded he prove his worth or forfeit the fee, a sum that covered Clara’s medical bills for three months. He folded the paper, placing it in his waistcoat pocket next to the cracked golden mirror, which hummed...
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