The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The rain in the castle of Blackwood did not fall; it seeped. It was a gray, persistent thing that found the cracks in the mortar and the gaps in the wood, turning the stone into a weeping skin. Seraphina sat on the edge of her bed, her boots off, her legs dangling above the cold floor. She was waiting. She had been waiting for three hours, and the only sound was the tick of the hourglass on the...

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