The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The rain in Aethelgard does not fall so much as it seeps, a persistent, gray mist that settles into the marrow and stays there, turning the stone of the High Court into a slick, cold mirror of the sky above. You stand in the center of the grand hall, your hands bound by iron cuffs that bite into your wrists, and you clutch the shattered remains of your sister’s golden locket against your chest,...

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