The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The mist in Oakhaven did not settle; it hung, a thick, gray wool that suffocated the cobblestones and the timber-framed houses alike, carrying with it a static hum that made the teeth ache and the blood feel sluggish. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood before the town hall, the air crackling against his skin like a thousand tiny needles, holding a report that had taken him twenty years to write and...

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