The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The brass compass lay on the kitchen table, its face clouded with a film of grime that no amount of breathing could clear, and Leo sat before it, his fingers trembling slightly as he traced the tarnished rim, feeling the cold weight of the thing settle into his bones. It was not a tool of navigation, not in the way his father had claimed, but a relic of a time when the city still respected the...

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