The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The feast was a riot of tallow and wine. We ate until our sides ached, the heavy silverware clattering against the rimmed plates with a sound like distant thunder. My brother, Silas, sat at the head of the table. He was laughing. He was always laughing, a bright, sharp sound that cut through the smoke-filled air of our ancestral hall. I sat at the far end, my hands trembling slightly as I...

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