The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The iron breath of the sword is cold against your throat, a metallic whisper that tastes of rust and old blood, and you do not flinch, for you have long since stopped believing that the blade belongs to an enemy, recognizing instead the familiar, terrible weight of your own reflection in the polished steel. You are Sir Julian Vane, a knight of the Order of the Silver Lark, and you stand in the...

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