The Golden Farce
The dream always began with the sound of a lock clicking shut, a sharp, metallic click that echoed in the hollow of Aldric’s skull before he even opened his eyes, and he woke in the damp stone cell with the taste of copper and old blood on his tongue, the recurring vision of the golden chain tightening around his throat until the air was squeezed from his lungs, a phantom weight that had become...
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