The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The wind cuts. It is a sharp, metallic blade. You hold it. You do not let go. Your fingers are locked around the hilt of the sword. The steel is cold. It bites into the skin. You are in the tower. The stone is wet. The dampness seeps into your bones. You are the Warden. You are the keeper of the gate. The gate is closed. The gate is heavy. It is iron. It is rust. It is old. Below, the city...

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