The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The rain in the city of Aethelgard did not fall so much as it hovered, a fine, persistent mist that clung to the wool of cloaks and the stone of the high walls, turning the world into a gray smear of dampness and silence. Thomas stood at the gate of the Infirmary, his hand resting on the iron ring, feeling the cold metal bite into his palm. He was young, barely twenty, with the kind of face...

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