The Golden Song
The city of Aethelgard did not exist on any map drawn by cartographers of the modern age, nor did it smell of the soot and coal smoke that defined the industrial cities of the nineteenth century, but rather of wet stone, dried lavender, and the metallic tang of old blood, yet it possessed the rigid, suffocating hierarchy of a metropolis where every stone was accounted for and every soul was...
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