The Golden Song
The iron clinked against the stone floor. It was a sharp, cold sound. Caelen stood in the center of the hall. His armor was dented. Dust coated his face. He looked at the King. The King looked down. The room was silent. Caelen wore the golden circlet. It sat upon his brow. It had belonged to his father. It had belonged to his grandfather. The gold was old. It was warm. It hummed against his...
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