The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The ink was black. It smelled of iron and rot. Elias wiped his hands on his apron, but the stain remained. It lived under his nails. It lived in the creases of his palms. The town of Oakhaven slept. Or so it seemed. The fog rolled in from the river. It tasted of brine and old bone. Elias stood in his print shop. The press groaned. It was a heavy machine. Cast iron. Cold to the touch. He had...

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