The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The banquet hall smelled of roasted lamb and old wine, a cloying sweetness that coated the back of Margot’s throat. She stood at the edge of the room, her fingers tracing the cold rim of a crystal goblet, feeling the vibration of the orchestra’s lutes in her bones. It was a celebration of the Guild’s new charter, a document that promised order, hierarchy, and the absolute authority of the...

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