The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The rain did not fall so much as it was pressed into the earth, a cold, grey hammering that turned the border mud into a slurry of rot and iron. You were on your knees, your boots sunk to the shins, pinning Marcus by the throat with one hand while the other gripped the hilt of your sword. His face was a mask of silt and terror, his eyes wide, pleading for a mercy you had not yet decided to...

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