The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The mist clings to the valley floor like a wet shroud, obscuring the path where you walk. You are a clerk in the service of the King, a man of ink and ledgers, yet here you are, walking into the heart of the ancient wood. The air tastes of iron and rot. You carry a satchel of coins, heavy with the weight of a promise made to a dead man. They say the forest grants a wish if you pay the price....

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