The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

Thorne. The name was barked by a guard at the edge of the alley, a sound that sliced through the damp night air like a knife through wet rope. I did not turn. My back was pressed against the brick, the rough mortar grinding into my spine, and the gold seal on my chest was already screaming, a cold burn that started in the skin and moved straight to the bone. The seal was a lie detector, a relic...

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