The Golden Farce
Amit Joshi, thirty years old and a disgraced squire, stood in the shadow of the tower where the Golden Farce was kept, his hand trembling not from fear but from the weight of the forged letter he clutched like a talisman. The village of Oakhaven lay below, shrouded in a mist that smelled of wet clay and old grain, a place where debts were inherited like scars and receipts were kept in the...
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