The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The blood on your hands is not yours. It is thick and warm, tasting of iron and old pennies on your tongue. You stand in the mud of the valley floor, the rain beating against your hood like a thousand tiny fists. The creature lies before you. It is not a wolf, though it has the eyes of a wolf. It is not a man, though it wears a tattered cloak that once belonged to a nobleman. It is a thing of...

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