The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The mist in Oakhaven does not merely obscure; it erodes, a slow, wet digestion of the world’s hard edges that has settled over the town like a shroud. I am thirty-two years old, a scribe by trade and a debtor by fate, and I have walked for three days to stand before the Guild Hall, my fingers white-knuckled around the Whispering Stone my father left me. It is a lump of grey granite, no larger...

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