The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The sword hilt was cold, a smooth, dark piece of iron that fit into Silas Vane’s left palm like a long-lost limb. He stood in the King’s antechamber, the stone floor humming with the vibration of the royal procession passing beyond the heavy oak doors, and waited for the Chancellor to speak. At fifty-two, Silas’s body was a ledger of debts, each injury a line item that could no longer be...

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