The Golden Farce
The iron did not sing as it should have, but screamed, a high-pitched, tearing shriek that vibrated through the marrow of Captain Elias Thorne’s legs and up into the hollow ache of his skull, where it mingled with the taste of copper and old blood that had long since dried in his throat. He stood in the center of the Great Hall of the King’s Court, a space that was no longer merely stone and...
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