The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The mist in the Iron Vale did not drift; it pressed, a cold, wet hand against the face of the world. Sir Kaelen Ashworth moved through the ruins of the outer gate, his boots crunching on shattered stone that had once been the pride of the kingdom. He was forty years old, his face a map of scars earned in twenty years of service, and in his right hand he gripped the Golden Farce. The sword...

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