The Golden Farce

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2026-08-17 12:29:02 -

The Golden Farce

The rain lashed against the high windows of the Hall. It was a cold, driving sleet that turned the world outside into a grey smear. You stood in the center of the room, your chest heaving. The air was thick with the smell of wet wool and old wood. Your hands were shaking. You looked down at them. They were clean. You tried to remember when they had been dirty. You could not. The court was full....

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