The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The rain in New Carthage did not wash; it soaked. It seeped into the wool of Elias Thorne’s coat and settled in his lungs like wet sand. He stood on the wet cobblestones of the port, his leather satchel heavy against his hip, the only thing he had left from a life that no longer existed. He was forty years old, and the cough that had started in the library back home had become a permanent...

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