The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The rain hammered against the high, arched windows of the rotunda, a relentless drumming that seemed to vibrate in the very stone of the ancestral hall. Sir Aldous stood in the center of the room, his armor dull with the grime of the road, staring at the empty table where the Golden Loaf was supposed to be. His son, Thomas, lay in the adjacent chamber, his breathing shallow and ragged, the...

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