The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

"You are late, Margaret." The voice came from the shadows of the archway. It was not a question. It was a verdict. I stood in the mud of the courtyard, my cloak heavy with rain. The stone under my boots was slick, cold, and indifferent. I looked up. The figure in the archway was tall, draped in grey wool that seemed to absorb the light. This was Elspeth. She was my mentor. She was also the...

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