The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The fever took my left hand first. It was not a sudden amputation, but a slow, sickening transformation, as if the bone were turning to water and the skin to rot. I sat in the stone chamber of the keep, the air thick with the smell of damp wool and old blood, and watched the fingers twist. They were no longer my fingers. They were the fingers of the thing that had come to collect what was...

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