The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The mist clung to the stones of the Old Gate like a shroud. Caelen Ashworth sat on the cold flagstones, his hands trembling as he uncorked the vial. The liquid inside glowed with a dull, amber light, pulsing in time with the irregular thud of his own heart. He was forty years old, though the Wasting had stolen ten years from his face, leaving him hollow-eyed and grey. He needed this final dose....

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