The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The air in the city of Aethelgard tasted of iron and burnt honey, a thick, cloying sweetness that clung to the back of the throat like a bad omen. You stood in the center of the Grand Hall, your feet bare against the cold stone, feeling the vibrations of the chandeliers above as they swayed in a wind that did not exist. The High Justiciar, a man named Silas Vane, sat upon the raised dais, his...

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