The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The bread in the pantry was stale, but it was mine. I pulled a loaf from the shelf, its crust hard as a rock, and broke it with my hands. The flour dusted my fingers, a fine white snow that settled into the creases of my palms. I was a baker in the household of Lord Ashworth, a position that required little skill and less ambition. My days were measured in rising dough and cooling ovens, my...

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