The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The dream always begins with the sound of iron tearing into the sky. I see it clearly, the way one sees a bruise forming under the skin, a darkening that promises pain before the blow lands. We are on the ridge above the valley, the air so thin it tastes of copper and old blood. Thomas is there, standing beside me, his hands steady on the hilt of his sword, his face a mask of that terrible,...

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