The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended curtain of grey mist that blurred the edge of the world against the black pine forest. Elias Thorne sat in the center of the clearing, his back against the rough bark of an ancient oak, the weight of his shield pressed against his shoulder blades like a second, colder skin. It was a strange kind of silence, the kind that has texture,...

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