The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The ink was still wet when the seal broke. You remember the smell of it, a sharp, metallic tang that cut through the sterile, recycled air of the Aetheric Regulatory Bureau. It was the scent of ozone and burnt sugar, a perfume that had become synonymous with your own unraveling. The document on your desk, a standard Form 4-B regarding the containment of minor hauntings in the lower districts,...

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