The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The heavy iron key sat in Sir Kaelen’s palm, cold as river stone, its teeth worn smooth by ten years of turning locks that should not have been opened. He held it up to the sliver of dawn light bleeding through the scriptorium window, watching the metal catch the grey, before he turned and looked at the man bound in the chair opposite. The miller, a man named Aldous, sat with a stillness that...

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