The Golden Farce
The iron gate of the fortress slammed shut behind you with a finality that seemed to sever the thread of your former life, leaving you suspended in the cold, damp air of the courtyard where the stone wept with centuries of rain. You are no longer the man who walked the muddy trails of the borderlands, no longer the wanderer who traded songs for bread and silence for safety, for the weight of...
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