The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The iron gate of the Citadel is closed. You are on the outside. You stand in the mud. The rain is cold. It soaks through your tunic. You do not feel the cold. You feel the weight of your hands. They are heavy. They are red. They smell of rust and old blood. You remember the last time you walked through that gate. You were young. Your hands were clean. You held a sword. It was sharp. It was...

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