The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The fog in Oakhaven did not roll in; it seeped up from the cobblestones, thick and metallic, tasting of old pennies and ozone. I had been a constable for twenty years, long enough to know that the city’s bones were breaking. Three days ago, my brother Silas had vanished near the Old Mint, and now the Gilded Rot had cracked the foundation of the district. It was not a metaphor. The stone was...

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