The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The mud of the King’s private marshes was black and slick, smelling of rot and ancient iron. Elias Thorne, forty-two years old and stripped of his court title, stood at the water’s edge, his boots sinking into the muck. He needed the Golden Lily. Not the common white variety that grew in every cottage garden, but the rare, golden-bloomed specimen that bloomed only in the deepest, most...

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