The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The mud sucked at Thomas Bradshaw’s boots with a wet, tearing sound that he felt in his teeth, a low, grinding vibration that traveled up his shins and settled in the marrow of his knees as he pressed his back against the rough stone of the wall, his hand white-knuckled around the leather cord holding the golden circlet. The fog in the port of Vael was not merely weather but a physical...

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