The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The dream began with the smell of wet stone and old blood. It was a cold, heavy scent that clung to the back of the throat. Warden Silas stood in the center of the Hall of Whispers. The vaulted ceiling soared above him, lost in shadow. The torches flickered. They cast long, dancing shadows against the walls. The walls were lined with tapestries. They depicted the founding of the Kingdom. They...

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