The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The rain had turned the road into a river of brown sludge that sucked at the boots of the men as they trudged northward. It was a wet, grey kind of morning, the sort that seemed to have no beginning and would never truly end, only fade into a darker night. Thomas Ashworth walked at the front of the small detachment, his spine rigid against the chill, his hands locked behind his back in a...

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