The Golden Song

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2026-08-17 20:01:59 -

The Golden Song

The stone crumbles under your boot. You do not flinch. You are the Warden of the Gate. You hold the key. The key is iron. The key is cold. The key is yours. The town lies below the wall. It is morning. The mist clings to the cobblestones like a shroud. You see them gathering. They are not many. But they are loud. Their voices rise. They speak your name. They speak of theft. They speak of...

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