The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The dream did not begin with light, but with the smell of wet iron and old stone, a scent so pervasive it seemed to coat the back of Silas Thorne’s throat, a thick, metallic fog that tasted of rust and forgotten oaths. He stood in the center of a vast, circular arena that had no walls, only a floor of polished obsidian that reflected a sky which was not a sky, but a swirling tapestry of indigo...

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