The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The air in the cellar of the Blackthorn manor hung heavy, thick with the scent of damp earth, rotting apples, and the metallic tang of old blood. You sat in the center of the stone floor, your back against the cold wall, your hands bound tight with rough hemp rope that bit into your wrists. Above you, through a single grate in the high ceiling, the moonlight poured down in a pale, sickly...

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