The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The mud on my boots was dry and cracked. I had been walking for three days. The road was white with chalk dust. I was leaving the village of Oakhaven. I was leaving my brother, Elias. I was leaving the peace we had built in the dark. I carried a leather satchel. Inside was a single sheet of parchment. It was folded tight. I did not look at it. I knew what it said. I had written it myself. My...

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