The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The frost had crept three inches into the threshold of the stone gate by the time Ewan counted the last breath of the dying mule. He did not look at the animal; he looked at the snow, measuring the depth of the drift against the iron bars that held the village of Kael back from the highland wind. Four days he had walked with Elara on his back, her weight a cold, familiar anchor against his...

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