The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The wind in the hollows of the Ashen Valley did not blow, it breathed, a long, slow exhalation of the earth itself that carried the scent of wet stone and the faint, cloying sweetness of rotting lilies, a perfume that clung to the wool of Aldous Thorne’s cloak and seeped into the very marrow of his bones, settling there like a heavy, cold silt that no amount of scrubbing could ever fully...

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