The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The cellar smells of wet stone and the sharp, metallic tang of old blood, a scent that clings to the wool of your coat long after you have left. You sit at the long oak table, the wood scarred by decades of knives and the weight of countless meetings, surrounded by the men who built the city’s foundations and the men who broke them. They are here to honor you. They are here to bury you. You are...

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