The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The rain did not fall so much as it was pressed against the earth by a hand of iron, a relentless, cold weight that turned the heather moor into a bog of grey sludge and black stone. Sir Thomas Bradshaw walked through the deluge, his armor clanking with a rhythm that sounded less like metal and more like the hollow beating of a dying heart. He was a man composed of angles and shadows, his face...

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