The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The banquet hall smelled of roasted boar and old wax, a thick, cloying scent that clung to the velvet drapes and settled in the throats of the guests. It was a feast for the court, though no king sat at the head of the table. Instead, Lord Ashworth presided, his face a mask of polite indifference, his fingers stained with wine. He was a man who had consumed everything in his path, titles,...

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