The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

Arthur Pemberton was a man who believed in nothing anymore. Not the Crown, not God, not even the rain, which on this damp November afternoon in Islington had settled into a fine mist that seeped through wool coats and into the bones of those foolish enough to walk its streets without umbrellas. He had come to London from Bath three years ago — or was it four? — time having lost its meaning in...

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