The Golden Song
The iron gate of the Keep did not creak so much as it groaned, a low, tectonic rumble that vibrated through the soles of Elias’s boots and into the marrow of his knees. He stood on the precipice of the courtyard, the morning light cutting through the mist like a cold blade, illuminating the shattered remnants of the golden lily that once adorned the high wall. The flower had been the pride of...
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