The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The rain in Oakhaven does not wash things clean; it only makes the grime slicker, turning the city into a smear of gray and black that clings to your skin and settles in the creases of your hands. You sit in the small, cramped office that used to be your mother’s bedroom, the air thick with the scent of old paper and the faint, metallic tang of blood that seems to follow you wherever you go....

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