The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The iron door of the vault did not creak. It groaned, a low, resonant vibration that traveled through the soles of Thomas’s boots and settled deep in his marrow, a sound like the earth itself complaining under the weight of centuries. He stood in the corridor, the stone slick with dampness that smelled of ozone and old blood, his hand resting on the hilt of a sword that felt less like a weapon...

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