The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The rain in Oakhaven did not wash things clean; it only made the grime slicker, turning the cobblestones of the central square into a mirror for the bruised sky. Elias Thorne stood in the center of that wet, reflective expanse, his shoulders hunched against the cold, his fingers wrapped so tightly around the gold locket that the metal bit into his palm. The object hummed, a low, sickening...

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