The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The iron compass in Elias Thorne’s pocket had ticked for forty-two years, a steady, metallic heartbeat against his hip. He counted the seconds between each tick as he walked down the cobblestone street of Millhaven, the numbers falling like rain against the wet stone. One, two, three. The town smelled of wet ash and coal dust, the air thick with the static charge of a storm that had been...

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