The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The rain fell on the roof of the wooden shelter in steady, rhythmic sheets, a sound that had long since ceased to be weather and had become a kind of judgment. You sat in the corner, your back against the rough-hewn timber, watching the condensation drip from the eaves into the mud below. In your hands, you held the gauntlet. It was a thing of fine craftsmanship, the leather supple and dark as...

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