The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The parchment was still warm from the seal when you held it out, the wax soft and yielding under your thumb, but the High Chancellor did not look at the paper, nor at you, nor at the Gilded Mask that hung motionless above the throne; he looked only at the floor, where a single, dead sparrow lay beneath the heavy oak legs of his desk, its beak open in a silent, frozen scream. "The sentence is...

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