The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The rain hammered the slate roof of Blackwood Manor like a thousand small fists, a relentless drumming that masked the silence of the house. I stood in the hallway, my hand resting on the hilt of my sword, the metal cold and familiar against my palm. I was Elias, thirty-two years old, a knight-errant bound by contract to Lord Vane, and I wanted only to be free. The opposing force was not a...

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