The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The brass compass sat on the corner of my desk, its needle trembling with a faint, erratic energy that seemed to mock the stillness of the room. I ran my thumb over the casing, feeling the smooth, cold metal that Elara had pressed into my hand the night before our wedding, a gesture she claimed was meant to guide me through the labyrinth of the corporate world. It was a beautiful object,...

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