The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The rain fell in sheets. Ward sat on the wet stone. He was a guard. His armor was dented. It smelled of rust. He held a bowl. It was clay. Inside was porridge. Oatmeal. Thick. Gray. He did not eat. He watched the water drip. Drip. Drip. The castle walls loomed. Black. Towering. They swallowed the sky. Ward was small. He was tired. His bones ached. The pain was deep. It lived in his marrow. It...

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