The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The gilded atrium of the Aethelgard Tower smelled of fresh lime and old fear. Elias Thorne stood before the central pillar, his hands still stained with the white dust of the final course, waiting for the chime that would signal the Guild’s approval. He was forty-five, a master mason whose back had curved like the arches he spent his life raising, and he needed the payment more than he needed...

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