The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The mist in the Whispering Vale did not merely hang; it breathed, a thick, grey exhalation that smelled of wet iron and old blood. Sir Aldric knelt in the frost-bitten heather, his gauntlets white-knuckled around the hilt of his sword, while the air before him condensed into a shape that was not quite solid. He clutched the golden wren in his left hand, the metal cold against his palm, a...

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