The Golden Farce
Chapter One Every clock in this parish keeps a different time, and the snow melting into the coal cellars smells of wet iron and old rot. I am Jalmari Turunen, an archivist whose wages are three years in arrears, and I have spent the last decade trying to pay for a debt that does not exist. The ledger was stolen from my desk, a crime that no one else seems to remember, but which I feel in the...
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