The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The rain in New Veridia did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended grey mist that clung to the neon advertisements and the wet pavement with the tenacity of a guilty conscience. Elias Thorne walked through this deluge, his hand resting protectively against the cold glass of the case strapped to his chest, where the ancient oak, *Ailanthus Aeterna*, stood in a state of perpetual, silent...

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