The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The banquet hall smelled of roast goose and stale beer. Miles sat in the corner. He held the iron key. It was cold. It was heavy. Around him, the men laughed. They were loud. They wore wool and sweat. The steam rose from their plates. It fogged the windows. "You look thin, Miles," said Thomas. He poured more ale. The liquid sloshed. "Eat. You look like a ghost." Miles ate. The meat was tough....

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