The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The cough began in the third hour of the night, a wet, tearing sound that echoed off the stone walls of the tower. Elara Vance stood by the window, her back to the door, watching the line of gold pulse along her forearm. It burned. It always burned when the King suffered. She pressed her thumb against the vein, a sharp, white-hot pain shooting up her arm, mirroring the racking shudder she heard...

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