The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The platform at Iron City station was slick with a fog that smelled of burnt honey and old coins. Elias Thorne stood at the edge, his collar turned up against the chill, watching the golden mist curl around the iron railings. It was not a natural fog. It was thick, viscous, and it moved with a slow, deliberate intent, pooling in the cracks of the pavement like spilled resin. Elias did not...

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