The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

Silas. The name hung in the air, called out by the wind or perhaps by my own failing memory. I am Silas, forty-two years old, a border warden for the Crown’s southern march. I wanted to cross the ridge by dawn. I wanted to save Elara. The sickness was wasting her, a dry rot that ate the flesh from the inside out. My only hope was the black mold growing on my rations. The uncanny rule of this...

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