The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The rain does not wash the road clean; it merely presses the mud deeper into the cracks, a heavy, grey paste that clings to your boots like a secret you are trying to forget. You are walking south, away from the city of Ashworth, where the rain falls in straight, indifferent lines against the glass of high windows. You are a warrior in the old sense, not of sword and shield, but of the body and...

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