The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The mud sucked at my boots as I broke through the treeline. My breath came in ragged gasps, hot and metallic in the cold air. Before me, the village square lay open to the gray sky. It was not a battle. It was a culling. I saw them first. The Wardens. Three of them, clad in blackened mail that absorbed the pale light. They held swords of folded steel, dark and heavy. At their feet lay the...

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