The Golden Farce
The ledger showed forty-one days of rations, two broken stirrups, and one dying brother. Kaelen counted the coins in his pouch, the silver heavy and cold against his thigh, a weight that felt more like a stone than a currency. He was thirty years old, and he had served the Iron Guard for fifteen of those years, yet he knew nothing of the weight of a man’s hope until it was the only thing...
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