The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The rain was a wall. It hammered the canvas of the wagon, a relentless, drumming violence that drowned the world outside. Inside, the air was thick with the smell of wet wool, old sweat, and the sharp, metallic tang of fear. Thomas held his breath. His fingers were locked around the hilt of his short sword, the leather grip slick with perspiration. He did not look up. To look up was to see the...

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