The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The feast was a rotting thing, a banquet of mold and memory served on plates of cracked slate, and you sat at the far end of the long table, your hands resting on the edge of the wood, feeling the dampness of the ancient air seep into the fabric of your tunic, which was heavy with the dust of three generations, a garment that had been passed down from your father to you, and before him to his...

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