The Golden Song
The fire in the hearth of the stone hall crackled with a violent, hungry sound, devouring the dry oak logs and sending sparks spiraling up the soot-blackened chimney. It was a feast, though the word felt too clean for the scene. Men sat on rough-hewn benches, their armor half-doffed, their faces flushed with wine and the adrenaline of a hard-fought skirmish. The air smelled of roasted lamb,...
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