The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The hammer rang. It was a dull, wet sound. Like a fist striking meat. Marcus stood in the center of the room. His hands were steady. They were always steady. This was the training. The iron discipline of the body. He looked at his knuckles. Red. Swollen. The skin had split. Blood welled. It was a thick, dark bead. It dripped onto the floor. The floor was cold. It was stone. It was old. It...

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