The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The ink on my fingers was black and gritty, the residue of a decade’s labor, as I scrubbed at the foxing on the ledger page, the smell of decaying paper and vinegar sharp in my nostrils, a scent that had long since replaced the perfume of Clara’s lavender soap. I was forty-two, a senior archivist at the Royal Institute, and I was three weeks away from publishing the definitive proof that the...

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