The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The air in the Great Hall of Aethelgard was thick with the scent of beeswax and old stone, a heavy, golden pallor that seemed to settle into the pores of the skin. You stood in the shadows of the colonnade, your fingers brushing the rough wool of your cloak, a gesture that had become so habitual it was less a habit than a second breath. The King, a man whose face had begun to crack under the...

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