The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The wind did not merely blow through the valley; it scoured the stone, carrying with it the metallic tang of old blood and the dry, brittle scent of withered sage. Elias Thorne stood with his back against the cold granite of the overhang, his hand resting on the hilt of a sword that felt less like a weapon and more like an anchor to a life he had already surrendered. Across the narrow pass,...

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