The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The fog in the valley of Aethelgard did not roll in; it stood, thick and gray as wool, swallowing the trees until the world was nothing but a narrow corridor of silence. Sir Kaelen rode his mare, a sturdy bay named Bess, through the mist that tasted of iron and old blood. He was forty years old, his face a map of scars earned in the service of the Crown, but his hands trembled as he gripped the...

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