The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The iron was cold against Aldric’s palm, a weight that felt less like metal and more like the condensed gravity of his own failing heart. He sat on the stone steps of the watchtower, his legs dangling over the edge of the world, where the fog rolled in thick and white from the valley below, erasing the village of Oakhaven in a slow, suffocating embrace. The blade was old, older than the kingdom...

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