The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

Thorne. The name hung in the damp air of the Blackwater Keep, spoken by the scribe Julian with a reverence that tasted of copper and old grief. I lay on the straw pallet, the stone floor cold against my spine, listening to the drip of water from the ceiling into the bucket beside my bed. The sound was a metronome for a funeral that had not yet begun. My lungs, once the bellows of a man who...

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