The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The rain did not fall; it hung in the air, a suspended curtain of grey water that smelled of wet iron and old stone. I stood at the threshold of the Hall of Whispers, my armor heavy with the weight of years I could not carry, and looked up at the figure waiting in the shadows. He was not what I expected. I had prepared for a demon, a beast of claws and smoke, something that would test the edge...

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