The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

Aldric! The voice was not his own, nor was it the shout of a commander calling for order. It was the wind, tearing through the shattered teeth of the ramparts, screaming his name as if to summon a ghost. Sir Aldric Vane stood on the broken edge of the world, his sword raised high, the steel catching the pale winter sun. Below him, the rebel vanguard had frozen in the mud, trapped by a cascade...

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