The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The road to the Citadel of Aethelgard was not a path but a scar, cut deep into the rolling hills of the highland moors, and I walked it with the weight of three hundred years of silence in my chest. The air tasted of iron and old rain, a metallic tang that coated the back of my throat, reminding me that the world here was not soft, not forgiving, but a rigid architecture of law and consequence....

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