The Golden Farce
The feast was a thing of gold and rot, a gilded cage set upon the cobblestones of Millhaven. The lanterns hung low from the eaves of the town hall, casting a sickly, amber glow that turned the faces of the gathered townsfolk into masks of wax and honey. They ate from plates of tarnished silver, their laughter a dry, brittle sound that scattered like ash in the drafty square. At the center of...
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