The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The castle stands. It has always stood. Stone against sky. You hold the key. Iron cold. It bites your palm. Your wife is gone. Or so they say. Elara is gone. The village whispers. They look at your hand. The key. You do not speak. You are a soldier. Your armor is rusted. Your sword is dull. But the key is bright. It reflects the sun. The sun is weak here. The fog is thick. It tastes of rot. And...

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