The Golden Farce
The feast in the great hall of Blackwood Manor was a riot of tallow light and roasted goose, the air thick with the scent of spiced wine and the damp wool of men who had spent three days marching through the sleet. It was a night of celebration for the garrison, a reward for holding the pass against the encroaching fog that seemed to eat the world at the edges. But for Captain Elias Thorne, the...
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