The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

Yaa Ogunleye’s hand was already in the lock, the brass cold and gritty against her palm, when the whisper began. It was not a sound so much as a vibration in the teeth, a hum that climbed the throat and settled behind the eyes. The Iron Throne room smelled of wet wool and old iron, the air heavy with the storm that had just broken over the river, leaving the steppe outside white and silent. She...

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