The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The snow fell in silence. It was a thick, white blanket. The castle stood against it. Grey stone. Cold iron. The air bit. Lord Ashworth stood by the window. He held his sword. The hilt was warm. His hands were cold. He watched the courtyard. Below, the men gathered. They wore red. Their eyes were low. "Is he ready?" Ashworth asked. His voice was low. It did not shake. The servant nodded. He did...

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