The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The rain in Oakhaven does not fall; it presses, a grey thumb against the glass of the world, squeezing the life from the cobblestones until they shine with a sickly, oily sheen. You are Elias, forty-two years old, and your boots are heavy with the mud of the lower districts, a weight that feels less like earth and more like the accumulated guilt of a decade’s wandering. You are an inquisitor, a...

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