The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The bone chisel weighed four ounces in my hand, a heavy, cold thing that hummed against my palm. I had carved three hundred and twelve lines into the Codex of Aethel since dawn, each stroke a labor of precision, each word a brick in the wall of our victory. The parchment did not bleed yet. I kept my eyes on the grain of the bone, on the white, porous surface that demanded truth. Lord Vane stood...

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