The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The banquet hall smelled of roasted lamb and old stone. It was a smell that settled in the lungs, heavy and sweet, masking the underlying scent of sweat and fear. I sat at the long oak table, my uniform pressed and sharp, the brass buttons cold against my fingertips. Around me, my men laughed. They clinked their glasses, their voices rising in a chorus of camaraderie that felt hollow to me. I...

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