The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The knife in your hand is dull, the blade chipped from years of cutting rope and wood, not meat. You are slicing a leg of roasted boar, the fat rendering into the iron pan with a hiss that sounds like a whisper in a crowded room. The hall of the Northern Garrison is thick with the smell of smoke, stale wine, and the unwashed bodies of forty men. You are Elias Thorne, Royal Constable, and you...

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