The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The ink on the parchment was still wet, smelling of iron and rain. Guleid Guled held the decree in his hands, the paper trembling not from fear but from the weight of the words he had just decoded. He was forty-two, a court linguist in the highlands, and for the last three years he had worked in the shadow of the Emperor’s final will. The palace mirrors, those tall slabs of polished obsidian...

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