The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The sword was heavy. It always was. Miles stood in the rain. The water ran down his face. It mixed with the blood. He did not wipe it. He looked at the gate. It was oak. It was old. The hinges screamed. "Stop," said Elias. Elias was on the wall. He held a lantern. The light was yellow. It cut through the mist. Miles did not move. His arm ached. The iron bit into his shoulder. "Let me pass,"...

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