The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The mist clung to the stones of the keep. It was a cold, wet thing. It tasted of iron and old rain. Elara stood by the high window. The glass was thick. It was stained with age. Outside, the courtyard was empty. The shadows were long. They stretched like fingers across the moss. She held the key in her hand. It was gold. It was warm. It pulsed against her palm. A steady, rhythmic heat. Like a...

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