The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The rain did not fall so much as it descended, a cold, persistent curtain that blurred the boundary between the stone walls of the Inquisition’s outer keep and the muddy road where Brother Thomas stood. He had ridden hard for three days, his horse, a destitute bay named Silas, breathing in ragged, wet heaves. Thomas was not a knight in the traditional sense, though he wore the heavy, dented...

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