The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The rain fell on the black stone of the citadel, a cold and steady drumming that seemed to count the seconds until the end. You stood in the courtyard, your armor clinking softly as you shifted your weight, the metal heavy against your chest. It was a weight you had carried since childhood, forged by your father, a man whose name was spoken with reverence but whose face you could barely...

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