The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The oak was dead. Sir Elias stood in the courtyard of Windsor Castle, the wood blackened and brittle, its branches stripped of leaves by a winter that had not yet arrived. He held it with both hands, the bark rough against his palms, the scent of rot faint but present. King Henry sat on the high throne, his face a mask of bored impatience, while the Duke of Lancaster watched from the shadows,...

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