The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The blade was wet. It glistened in the dim light of the great hall, a sickly, golden sheen that matched the old tapestries hanging on the stone walls. Sir Julian did not look at the blade. He looked at the man holding it. "Stay," Julian said. His voice was quiet. It carried across the dust and the silence. The man laughed. It was a dry sound, like leaves skittering over gravel. "You always do...

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