The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The platform in Oakhaven smells of rust and wet wool, a scent that has settled into your pores since you left the front. You stand at the edge of the gravel, clutching a ticket to the coast, your knuckles white against the stiff paper. The air shimmers, not with heat, but with a low-frequency hum that vibrates in your molars, a persistent residue of the war that has begun to calcify around you....

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