The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The rain had not stopped for three days, a relentless, gray sheet that turned the cobblestones of Aethelgard into slick, treacherous mirrors reflecting the high, narrow windows of the city. I walked with the heavy, dragging steps of a man who carries a weight that is not in his hands but in the marrow of his bones. My name is Silas, and I am an inquisitor for the Order of the White Stone, a...

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