The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The banquet hall smelled of roasted swan and damp wool, a cloying mixture that seemed to hang in the air like a suspended breath. Silas Vane sat at the far end of the long oak table, his fingers stained yellow with the residue of his latest experiment, a tincture derived from the spores of the pale fungus that grew only in the deepest, lightless caverns of the northern hills. He was not a man...

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