The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The mud sucked at my boots with a wet, greedy sound. It was the only sound left in the world. Around me, the city of Oakhaven burned. Not with the bright, clean flames of a hearth, but with the black, choking rage of a dying beast. I watched the spires of the old cathedral twist into the smoke, their gold leaf peeling away like dead skin. I held my sword. It was heavy. Too heavy for a man who...

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