The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The hall smelled of roasted boar and old stone. Edward sat at the high table. He was a scholar. He had come from the university in the south. His hands were clean. They were soft. The other knights had hands like leather. They smelled of iron and sweat. Edward smelled of ink. The King spoke. His voice was low. It rumbled in the chest. "You seek the cure," the King said. Edward nodded. He did...

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