The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

You sit in the shadow of the oak, the wood damp and cold against your back. It is the Hall of Inquisitions, a stone throat that swallows sound. The air tastes of candle wax and old blood. You are the Inquisitor. You have the power. You have the doubt. The prisoner stands before you. His name is Thomas. He does not look at you. He looks at the floor. The floor is black stone, polished by...

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