The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The air in the village square smells of roasted chestnuts and damp wool, a thick, cloying sweetness that clings to your tongue as you stand at the edge of the feast. It is a celebration of the harvest, though the crops this year have been sparse, and the laughter of the townspeople sounds brittle, like dry twigs snapping underfoot. You are dressed in your finest, a dress of deep indigo that has...

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