The Golden Farce
The gavel struck the oak table with a sound like a bone breaking, and Sir Alistair felt the vibration travel up through the stone floor, settling in his chest as a dull, heavy ache. He stood before the High Court of Oakhaven, his silver shield tarnished by the damp air of the walled city, watching the Magistrate’s face twist in a sneer that was less anger and more contempt. The charge against...
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