The Golden Farce
The letter lay on the desk, the ink still wet and glistening under the harsh gaslight, detailing the final settlement of Kaelen’s debts to the Guild of Iron and Stone, a document that served as both a receipt of his labor and a sentence of his erasure. He held the parchment with hands that trembled not from fear but from the sheer, grinding weight of forty years spent swinging a sword for a...
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