The Golden Farce
The morning fog lay heavy upon the valley, a thick, grey wool that muffled the sound of the world until it felt like a dream one could not quite wake from. In the small, stone-walled cottage at the edge of the forest, Elias Thorne sat by the hearth, his hands wrapped around a cup of tea that had long since gone cold. He was a man who had walked a long way to reach this place, a wanderer who had...
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