The Golden Farce

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2026-08-17 13:38:55 -

The Golden Farce

The rain fell in sheets, cold and heavy, washing the dust from the cobblestones of the old manor house. Elias stood in the doorway, his sword hilt slick with water, his knuckles white. He was waiting for the guest to leave. The guest was his brother, Julian, who sat by the dying fire, holding a bowl of broth that steamed in the chill air. Elias did not look at him. He looked at the window. The...

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