The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The rain fell on the stone. It was cold. It was old. Elias stood at the gate. He held his sword. His hand trembled. Not from fear. From cold. He had left the village. He had left his forge. He had left the fire. He walked into the dark. The dark was deep. The dark was hungry. He did not know why. He only knew he had to go. He had to find the thing. The thing that hummed in the walls of the old...

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