The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The heavy, bound volume sat in Elias Thorne’s hands, its leather spine cracked and soft as wet clay, smelling of mildew and old iron. He was forty-two, a senior archivist at the National Library, and he held the book with the white-knuckled grip of a man trying to keep a live coal from burning his palms. The room was silent save for the hum of the climate control units, a low, electric drone...

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