The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The bell tolled. Not a chime. A bruise of sound. It split the air in the Great Hall. I stood by the wall. The stone was cold. It bit through my cloak. My name is Silas. I am no knight. I am a ghost with a ledger. The Duke sat high. The throne was oak. It was old. It was black. It looked like a coffin. He wore gold. It gleamed. It hurt the eyes. He was small. He was pale. He looked like wax. I...

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