The Golden Song
The chain was heavy, but the song was lighter. That was the lie I told myself, the one that kept the blood moving in my fingers as I scrubbed the rust from the iron links with a stone worn smooth by three generations of hands. I was Edward Ashworth, and I was guilty, though the charge had been forgotten by the court that condemned me and by the gods who watched from the grey, indifferent sky. I...
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