The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The frost bit deep into the stone. It did not care for the gold. It did not care for the men who wore it. Silas stood at the gate. His hand rested on the hilt of his sword. The steel was cold. It was always cold. He waited for his brother. They had served the King for thirty years. Thirty years of blood and mud. Thirty years of keeping the peace in a land that wanted none. Now they walked out....

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