The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The banquet hall of the Palace of Whispers did not smell of roasts or spiced wine, but of ozone and old paper, a scent that clung to the back of the throat like a persistent, metallic taste. Sir Alaric Vane sat at the center of the long table, his hands resting flat on the polished oak, fingers splayed as if trying to anchor himself to the physical world in the face of a reality that was slowly...

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