The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The banquet hall smelled of roasted duck and stale beer. It was a heavy, cloying scent that stuck to the back of the throat. I sat in the corner, my boots muddy, my tunic torn at the shoulder. Around me, the elders of the settlement drank and laughed. Their voices were a dull roar, a machine grinding out approval. I was not part of it. I was a witness. A ghost in the room. The table was long....

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