The Golden Farce
1943, October 14. The rain had not stopped for three days, a grey curtain that turned the cobblestones of the city into slick mirrors of the sky. I am Elias Thorne, Captain of the Royal Guard, and I stand before the oak door of the Throne Room, my hand resting on the cold brass handle. I want the King’s pardon for my brother, Julian, who sits in the damp cells below accused of treason. The...
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