The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The morning mist clung to the high windows of the Stonehall keep, a pale and stubborn veil that seemed to swallow the light before it could touch the floor, where Aldric sat with his back against the cold stone, his armor polished to a dull, unreflective sheen, waiting for the sound of footsteps that had become the only rhythm in his life since the King had died. He was a man carved from the...

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