The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The cold iron of the sword hilt bit into your palm, a sharp, familiar pain that grounded you in the squalor of the cellar. Above you, the floorboards groaned under the weight of boots, the sound distinct and rhythmic, like a heavy heart beating in the dark. You were Silas, thirty-two years old, a warden of the border, and your life had narrowed to the width of this blade and the coughing fit...

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