The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The cup in his hand trembled, not from the weight of the gold but from the cold that had settled into the marrow of his bones three months prior, a cold that had first taken Elara and now, with the patience of a glacier, was consuming him. "Sir Aldric," the Duke’s voice was a dry leaf skittering across stone, "your hand shakes. Is it the wine? Or is it the memory of what you did not do?" Aldric...

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