The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The mud of Oakhaven was not merely wet; it was a living, sucking thing that clung to the soles of Elias Thorne’s boots like the fingers of a desperate child. He sat on the edge of the market square, his back against the rough-hewn stone of the magistrate’s cellar door, and watched the rain turn the cobblestones into a mirror of grey misery. In his lap lay his lute, the only possession of value...

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