The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The road to Alderwick was red with clay. It had rained for three days. The mud sucked at the wheels of the cart, a slow, wet tearing sound that filled the silence. Thomas Bradshaw sat in the back, his hands wrapped around a rusted lantern. He did not look up. He watched the mud. The town rose from the valley floor like a broken tooth. It was a place of stone and shadow. The walls were high....

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