The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The ledger weighed four pounds, six ounces, and it smelled of wet rot and old copper. I counted the pages as I pulled it from the attic hatch, my fingers numb from the damp that seeped through the wool of my gloves. One, two, three... up to the four hundred and twelve entries that made up the history of Oakhaven’s Central Hall. I am Edmund Prosser, forty-two years old, and I have been the town...

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