The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The castle of Blackwood was not a home; it was a machine for the grinding down of time. Caelen stood before the Great Mirror, his reflection staring back at him with eyes that had grown too wide for his face. He was seventeen, though he moved with the stiffness of an old man. The air in the chamber smelled of beeswax and decay, a scent that had seeped into the very stones of the keep. He...

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