The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

You stand in the center of the Great Hall, where the air is thick with the scent of burning tallow and old, damp stone, and you are holding a cup that was once whole, now resting in your hands as a collection of jagged, ceramic shards that you have painstakingly reassembled with nothing but your own blood and a desperate, aching hope that the glue of memory might hold where the mortar of time...

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