The Golden Farce
The feast of the St. Jude’s Order was a thing of heavy gold and heavy silence, the air thick with the scent of roasted venison and the sweat of men who had spent the day in the chapel’s lower vaults. You sat at the far end of the long oak table, your armor polished to a mirror shine that caught the flickering light of the tallow candles, though your hands, hidden beneath the tablecloth,...
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