The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

Mara left the house at dawn. The air was thin and tasted of iron. She carried a bag made of woven reeds. Inside, the glass shard. It was cold. It cut her palm. She did not care. The town of Oakhaven lay behind her. The people had closed their doors. They watched from the windows. They whispered. They called her a thief. They said she stole the light. They said the sky was dark because of her...

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