The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The road out of Ashford was not a path but a scar, a jagged line of packed mud and broken slate that cut through the ancient, breathing forest, and you walked it with the heavy, rhythmic drag of boots that had seen too many miles, your breath misting in the air that tasted of pine resin and impending iron. You were Thomas, though the name felt like a coat that no longer fit, too large for the...

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