The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The warrant was in Thorne’s hand, yellowed and stiff, and he did not look at Elias when he spoke. “Put it down, boy. Now.” Elias stood in the yard, the rain slicking his hair against his forehead, the small glass vial cold and hard in his fist. The morphine had been his mother’s, stolen from the cabinet in the pantry where she kept it, wrapped in a rag to keep it from shattering. He had meant...

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