The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The rain had not stopped for three days. It drummed against the thatch of the workshop, a relentless, hollow rhythm that sounded like bones knocking against the door. You sat by the forge. The coal was red. The air smelled of wet wool and iron. Your brother, Thomas, stood in the corner. He did not speak. He held a bag of gold coins. The light from the window was gray. It fell on his face like a...

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