The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

"You are late, soldier." The voice is cold. It cuts through the wind that howls across the grey, treeless moor. You stand at the edge of the cliff, your boots sinking into the wet, black earth. Your armor is dented. Your sword is broken. It lies in your hand, a jagged shard of steel that used to shine. It used to save you. Now it only reminds you that you are empty. Old Thomas watches you from...

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