The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The frost lay thick upon the cobblestones of the old quarter, a white silence that swallowed the sound of your boots as you walked toward the guildhall. You were a man of the craft, a tanner and dyer of leathers, though in the eyes of the city you were something else entirely. You were the Warden of the Beast. For three years, you had kept the creature that lived in the cellar beneath the old...

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