The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The rain had not stopped for three days, turning the mud outside the manor house into a thick, sucking sludge that seemed to pull at the boots of every man who dared to step beyond the threshold. Inside the great hall, the air was still and heavy, smelling of damp wool, stale ale, and the metallic tang of fear. Sir Thomas Bradshaw stood by the hearth, his back to the fire, watching the shadows...

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