The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The letter on the desk was thin, the paper cheap and rough against your fingertips. It was a bill for six shillings, payable to the Guild of Bakers for the privilege of walking their floors during the annual audit. You signed it. The ink bled slightly into the fiber, a dark stain that looked like a bruise. You wanted the ledger. You wanted the names of the men who had signed your father’s death...

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