The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The fire took the roof of the manor at dusk, a low orange tongue that licked the eaves and curled into the thatch until the whole structure groaned under the weight of its own burning. Sir Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the green, his hand resting on the pommel of his sword, watching the smoke rise in a thick, black pillar that swallowed the stars. He did not run. He did not scream. He stood...

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