The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

My hands were black with grease and old blood when I pulled the lever. The iron groaned, a sound like a man clearing his throat before a lie, and the heavy oak of the North Gate began to swing shut. I was thirty-four years old, and I had served the Crown for twelve, but I had never felt the weight of a door so much. It was not just wood and iron. It was the only thing standing between the...

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