The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The parchment lay flat on the oak table, its edges yellowed with the dust of ten years, and Thomas Bradshaw held the quill poised above the final line of the Abbot’s birthday letter, the ink wet and black as a bruise. The hall was thick with the smell of roasting pork and stale ale, the air so heavy with the breath of three hundred monks and guests that the candles wasnd in a wind that did not...

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