The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The feast was a lie. Candles burned low in the chandeliers. The air was thick with wine. I sat at the head of the table. My hands trembled. Not from fear. From the weight of the gold. It lay in a velvet pouch before me. Heavy. Cold. A curse wrapped in thread. My wife, Elara, sat opposite. Her face was pale. She did not look at me. She looked at the floor. The servants moved like ghosts. They...

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