The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The seal was heavy, cold brass against my palm, the wax cracked like dried mud. I held it up to the candlelight, the Duke’s crest distorted by the heat of the flame. The banquet hall roared around me, a sea of silk and roasted boar, the air thick with the smell of spiced wine and unwashed bodies. I was Elias, thirty-two, a scholar of antiquities, standing at the center of the golden farce. I...

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