The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The bell tolled at dusk. It did not ring; it groaned, a deep, wooden thrum that vibrated in the marrow of the stone. Master Aldric stood by the window. The glass was thick, warped by centuries of heat, distorting the garden below into a green, shivering pool. He held the book. It was not a book, really. It was a codex. Leather bound, iron clasped, smelling of dried lavender and old blood. His...

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