The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The mist hung low over Oakhaven, a grey shroud that swallowed the road and the village alike. Elias Thorne stepped from his carriage, his boots sinking into the wet mud. He was forty-two, a man whose face had been carved by years of questioning the dead and the living. He came not for glory, but for order. The magistrate, a man of respectable standing, had been found cold in his study, his eyes...

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