The Golden Farce
The oak roots did not merely grip the earth; they devoured it, twisting through the damp clay of the undercroft like the fingers of a buried giant reaching for a sky that had been forgotten for three centuries. It was in this subterranean vault, beneath the heavy stone floors of the old priory that now served as a detention center for the Crown’s most stubborn dissenters, that Sir Elias Thorne...
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