The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The rain did not fall; it hung in the air, a fine, cold mist that settled into the wool of Sir Elias Thorne’s cloak like a living thing. He stood at the edge of the Blackwood, where the ancient oaks twisted against the gray sky like gnarled fingers seeking purchase in the void. In his hand, he held the sash. It was not merely cloth. Woven from threads that shimmered with an unnatural, verdant...

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