The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The iron gate groaned. It was a low, tectonic sound that vibrated through the soles of Thomas’s boots. He did not look up. He walked. The courtyard of the Keep was paved with slate that had been worn smooth by centuries of shuffling feet. The stone was cold. It bit through the leather. Thomas felt the chill in his bones. It was a familiar cold. It lived in him now. He stopped before the well....

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