The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The rain hit the stone walls of the Keep with a sound like static. I stood at the window, my hand resting on the cold iron of the rifle. The weapon was heavy. It was a standard issue carbine, chrome-plated, efficient. It did not sing. It did not hum. It was a tool. We were leaving in an hour. The order was final. We were to evacuate the eastern sector. The enemy was not men. The enemy was the...

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