The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

Act I "You’re late, Gilberte. The silk is waiting, and so is my patience." Lord Vane did not look up from his desk, his fingers drumming a rhythm that matched the rain hammering against the window of the shop on sixty-three of Stonecutter Alley. Gilberte Mire stood in the doorway, her boots dripping, the wet hem of her skirt heavy with the mud of the cane rows. She was a textile inspector, a...

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