The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The dream began with the weight of the silver, a heavy, cold pressure against my left hand that I could feel even before I opened my eyes, the metal biting into the skin of my palm as if it were a living thing trying to claw its way out of the flesh. I was lying in the high window of the keep, the stone beneath me damp with the morning mist that always rolled in from the river below, and the...

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