The Golden Farce
The count was simple, or so the King insisted, as he stood before the high table with the ceremonial dagger in his hand. He had counted the years of Elias’s service, the number of treaties he had translated, the volume of texts he had memorized, and he had arrived at a figure that felt heavy in his mouth. He told the court that Elias had been silent for three days since the death of his wife,...
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