The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The bell tolled at dawn. It was a heavy sound. Iron on iron. It shook the dust from the rafters of the Great Hall. Sir Elias stood still. His hand rested on the pommel of his sword. The leather was worn thin. Years of friction. A map of his tenure. He watched the courtyard. The mist hung low. It clung to the stones. It obscured the world below. A scream cut the air. It was not a cry of pain. It...

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