The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The iron banded my skin, cold and unyielding, a second skeleton that had grown into the flesh over thirty years of service. I sat in the corner of the guardhouse, the only light coming from the streetlamps outside, casting long, skeletal shadows across the cobblestones. The air smelled of wet stone and stale beer, the usual perfume of the night shift. I was the Warden of the Old Quarter, a...

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