The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The dream was always the same. A golden apple, skin taut and shining, bitten into. The taste was not sweet. It was iron. Cold, metallic, and sharp on the tongue. Elias Thorne woke in his narrow cot in the palace cellar, the taste still clinging to the back of his throat. He was thirty-two years old, a court alchemist with the rank of assistant to the High Steward, a title that meant he handled...

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