The Golden Song

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2026-08-19 16:20:06 -

The Golden Song

The wall was white. It was always white. It stretched from the floor to the ceiling, a blank slate that held no shadow and cast no light. I stood before it. My boots were polished. My tunic was pressed. The air smelled of dust and old stone. We were the Keepers. We guarded the silence. The silence was the law. The law was the state. The state was eternal. I believed this. I had to believe this....

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