The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The mud of Oakhaven was not brown, but a churning, opaque grey that swallowed the soles of my boots. I stood on the ramparts, the wind tearing at the hem of my tunic, and watched the enemy battering ram strike the gate. I am Silas, thirty-two, a knight of the Royal Guard, and I have wanted to survive this siege for the last three days, a desire so visceral it felt like a physical ache in my...

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