The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The steam from the ironworks did not merely hang in the air of Oakhaven; it lived there, a thick, oily membrane that coated the lungs and the eyelids, a persistent ghost that refused to exorcise itself from the industrial heart of the city. I had walked for three days through this gray soup, my boots sinking into the mud that smelled of sulfur and old iron, carrying with me a weight that was...

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