The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The parchment was brittle, curling at the edges like a dried leaf in the damp air of the tavern. It bore the seal of Sir Kaelen, a heavy wax impression of a hawk clutching a serpent, cracked down the middle where it had been folded and unfolded too many times. You read it twice, the ink fading in the dim light, and then you folded it back into your pocket, your hands trembling not from fear but...

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