The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The rain had not stopped for three days, turning the cobblestones of the lower court into a slick, black mirror that reflected the grey, weeping sky. You stood at the threshold of the Great Hall, your armor cold against your skin, the weight of the iron breastplate a familiar and comforting anchor in a world that felt increasingly unmoored. The air smelled of wet wool, stale incense, and the...

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