The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The fog in Oakhaven did not roll in; it seeped up from the wet clay of the valley floor, a cold, grey breath that tasted of iron and old rain. You stood before the Magistrate’s bench, your hands trembling not from fear, but from the localized madness that had taken root in your nerves two years prior, a condition that saw the dead standing in the mist where the living should be. Magistrate...

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