The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

Act I The hall smelled of stale sweat and cheap wine. Rena Stefanou stood at the center of the Guild Hall, the Golden Shuttle heavy in her hand. It was a solid piece of brass, warm from the grip of the man who had just handed it to her. Around her, the other weavers sat at long tables, their faces pale under the fluorescent lights that buzzed like trapped flies. The Guild Master, a man named...

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