The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The hall breathed with the heat of a thousand bodies. The air was thick, heavy with the scent of roasting meat and the metallic tang of spilled wine. It was the Feast of the Iron Guild. A spectacle of steel and sweat. Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the dais. He was a smith. His hands were rough. His skin was pale. He wore the grey tunic of a journeyman. It was clean. It was too clean. The...

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