The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The air in the Hall of Whispers smelled of wet stone and old copper, a scent that clung to the back of Edward Ashworth’s throat like a splinter he could not dislodge. He stood in the shadow of a marble column, his hands trembling not from cold, but from the terrible weight of the silence that had fallen over the court. It was a silence that had been engineered, curated by Lord Vane, who sat...

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