The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The rain falls in a ceaseless, grey curtain over the manor, blurring the edges of the world until the very stones seem to dissolve into the mud, and you stand in the great hall with the mud caking your boots, the smell of wet wool and old blood thick in your throat, while the silence of the house presses against your eardrums like a physical weight, a silence that is not empty but full,...

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