The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The count was simple. Twelve sacks of grain. Forty silver marks in the magistrate’s safe. Two men on the bridge. Elias Thorne counted the stitches in his own palm as he laced his boots, the needle pulling tight against skin that felt too thin for the bone beneath. He was thirty years old, and the winter solstice was three days away. If he survived the raid, he retired. If he died, he was a...

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