The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The feast was a riot of noise and wax. Candles guttered in iron sconces, dripping molten tears onto the stone floor. Sir Thomas Ashworth sat at the head of the table, though he was not the king. He was merely a man who had broken a rule. The rule was simple. Do not look at the mirror. He had looked. Now he was trapped in this hall, a hall that existed only in the space between breaths, a pocket...

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