The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The chandelier above the Ironworks Guild hall swung with a heavy, rhythmic groan, casting long, trembling shadows across the banquet table where the air tasted of sulfur and burnt sugar. I stood at the edge of the room, my hand resting on the small, glass vial in my pocket, feeling the heat of it seep through the wool of my coat, a warmth that felt less like comfort and more like a fever...

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