The Golden Farce
The fog that rolled in from the harbor at dawn did not merely obscure the town of Oakhaven; it seemed to devour it, a thick, gray wool drawn over the face of the world until the streetlamps became distant, trembling stars trapped in a cloud, and the cobblestones beneath the feet of those who walked the main street turned to a slick, treacherous mirror reflecting only the pale, indifferent sky...
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