The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The air in the gilded dining hall of Blackwood Manor does not smell of food, but of rot, a thick, cloying sweetness that clings to the back of the throat and settles into the marrow, masking the scent of the preserved peaches on the silver platters with the metallic tang of old blood and damp earth. You are Elias Thorne, thirty-four years old, an Imperial Inspector who has spent two decades...

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