The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The grain is gone, Elias, and so is the man who took it. Lord Blackwood sat behind a desk of black walnut, his fingers drumming a rhythm on the ledger books, a sound like rain on a tin roof. He looked up, and his smile was a hook, sharp and cold, catching the light from the chandelier and holding it there. You felt the hook in your throat, a physical snag, as if the air itself had turned to...

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