The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The bell tower stood against the grey sky. It was old. Stone and silence. Thomas stood at the gate. He wore the black coat of the Watch. His hands shook. Not from cold. From fear. "Thomas?" He turned. Old Miller was there. Miller’s face was a map of wrinkles. He held a lantern. The flame danced. "Go back," Miller said. "I cannot." Thomas’s voice was low. It was the voice of a man who had sworn...

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