The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The ink is wet. It is black, viscous, and wrong. You sit in the high gallery of the Great Hall, the parchment stretched taut before you, your quill trembling in your hand. Below, the court holds its breath. King Aldric sits on the throne, his face a mask of stone, his eyes fixed not on the crowd, but on the page. He is waiting for you to fail. He has always waited for you to fail, for the blood...

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