The Golden Song
You are in the mud. The rain is cold. It soaks through your wool. You are on your knees. Your hands are red. They shake. The ground is wet. You smell iron. You smell wet stone. You are far from home. You are in the castle. The walls are high. The shadows are long. You look down. Your fingers are stained. The blood is yours. You cut your hand on the hilt. It is a small cut. It bleeds a lot. The...
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