The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The fog rolled into Oakhaven not as weather, but as a debt coming due. I stood at the edge of the textile district, my coat buttoned tight against the damp chill that seemed to seep through the wool and into my marrow. The constable’s ledger, stolen three days prior by a man named Silas, was the only thing that mattered now. It contained the payroll, the overtime records, the names of the men...

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