The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The stone hall of the Keep was sealed, the heavy oak door barred from the outside, trapping the air in a stagnant, ozone-thick silence. Sir Kaelen stood before the central plinth, his hands trembling not from cold, but from the deep, grinding ache in his joints that had become his constant companion at forty. He looked at the helm resting on the velvet cloth. It was gold, tarnished by centuries...

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