The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The bell in the center of Oakhaven rang not with a clapper, but with the grinding of stone against stone, a low, tectonic groan that vibrated in the teeth of everyone who lived in the shadow of the Spire. You were twelve years old, and your knees were stiff from the cold damp of the cellar where you had spent the night hiding from the Wardens. You pulled your ragged wool sweater tighter around...

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