The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The dream smells of wet wool and iron. You are in the mud. The sky is a bruised purple, swollen with rain that has not yet fallen. You know the ground beneath you. It is the floor of your cell, but it is also the earth outside. You are a warden. You have been a warden for a long time, or perhaps only a day. Time does not bite here. It hangs still. You look at your hands. They are red. Not with...

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