The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The feast was loud. The hall smelled of roasted boar and stale sweat. I sat on a bench of rough oak. My hands were still. My sword was across my knees. It was a heavy thing. Iron and leather. It smelled of old blood. Not mine. Maybe. I watched the fire. The flames licked at the timber beams. The King raised his cup. He was a large man. Red-faced. He shouted over the noise. We drink for victory,...

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