The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The stone floor of the throne room was cold enough to ache through the soles of my boots, a sensation that had become as familiar to me as the smell of damp wool and old dust. I was twelve years old, a squire of no particular renown, scrubbing the black marble until my knuckles bled and my back screamed in protest, while the court of King Aldric moved in its slow, indifferent procession around...

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