The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

You stand at the edge of the water. The mist is thick. It smells of iron and wet stone. Your hands shake. You press them against your thighs until the shaking stops. You are alone. The village sleeps behind you. The silence is heavy. It presses against your eardrums. You wait. The watchtower looms in the dark. It is a square of black stone. It has watched this valley for a hundred years. You...

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