The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The gold in the veins of the fortress walls wept with a viscous, slow rhythm, dripping from the high arches of the Grand Banquet hall to pool in the grooves of the flagstones, a substance that smelled of copper and rot, a liquid immortality that the King called a blessing and the people called a curse. Sir Elias Thorne stood near the heavy oak table, his forty years of service etched into the...

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