The Golden Farce
The Chancellor’s quill scratched against parchment, a sound like dry bones rubbing together in the silence of the High Court. Elara stood before the bench, her hands clasped so tightly that the knuckles turned white, staring at the man who had signed the order for her husband’s imprisonment. Kael was to be executed at dawn, a fact that hung in the air heavier than the stone dust drifting down...
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