The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The mud is cold against your face, thick and tasting of iron, as you roll beneath the swinging mace of the Duke’s hound. You do not hear the snarl, only the wet, tearing sound of your own shoulder giving way, a sharp, bright pain that blooms outwards into the rest of you like ink in water. You are on your back now, staring up at the grey, bruised sky of the highlands, watching the rain fall in...

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