The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

Thorne. The summons came from the head of the table, a sharp crack of knuckles against the mahogany that silenced the scratching of three dozen pens. Elias Thorne looked up. His heart gave a single, violent thud against his ribs, a sound louder than the clock on the wall. He was fifty-two years old. He had thirty years of service to show for it, and a pension that would secure his final years...

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