The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

Thorne, the sergeant barked, his voice cracking against the damp brick of the barracks wall, you have until the moon is high to file your papers, or I will have you court-martialed for dereliction of duty before the frost sets in. Elias Thorne stood in the corridor, the smell of wet wool and old gun oil clinging to his coat, watching the golden retriever at his heels, Biscuit, who was staring...

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