The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

Three days. That was the count. Three days since the mist had swallowed Oakhaven, turning the cobblestones into slick, treacherous things that bit at the soles of Elias Thorne’s boots. He stood in the mud of the town square, his wrists bound with hemp rope that had chafed the skin raw, watching the gold circlet rest on the velvet cushion before Lord Harrow. The metal was dull, tarnished by the...

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