The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The iron bites deep. You feel the heat of the blade against your own neck, a searing line that separates you from the air. The man before you is large, a wall of rusted mail and breath. He swings again. You block. The steel sings a high, thin note. It is not a song of glory. It is a song of survival. You are Sir Elias Thorne. You are the Warden of the North Gate. And you are dying. The...

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