The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The steam from the boiler room clung to the wool of your coat, a damp, suffocating shroud that smelled of iron and old sweat. You stood on the platform at Oakhaven, the city’s only exit, holding the brass compass in your left hand. Its face was worn smooth, the metal polished to a dull shine by three years of anxious gripping. The needle did not point north. It spun, erratic and wild, before...

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