The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The feast was a riot of roasted boar and spiced wine, the air thick enough to chew, and you sat at the high table in your armor, the steel cold against your chest, listening to the laughter of the men who called you brother but saw only the uniform you wore. You were Thomas Bradshaw, a man of few words and many scars, and the village of Oakhaven looked at you with a mixture of gratitude and a...

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