The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

Oakhaven stirred under the dry wind, the clay roads cracking as the morning light hit the tin roofs of the loft district. The air smelled of stale coffee and iron filings. Isla Paisley stood in the doorway of the workshop, her hands trembling over the mortar, the vibration of her age a constant, grinding truth. She needed the Golden Tonic, the volatile brew that traded years for health, to save...

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