The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The rain did not fall so much as it descended, a cold, persistent mist that clung to the wool of Sir Aldric’s cloak and seeped into the marrow of his bones. He stood at the edge of the Blackwood, where the treeline thinned into a jagged scar against the grey sky, and waited. His hand rested not on his sword hilt, but on the small, leather-bound journal tucked into his breast pocket. The pages...

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