The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The rain fell upon the mossy stones of the courtyard in long, unbroken threads, erasing the sharp edges of the world until only the wet, grey pulse of existence remained. Seraphine stood by the crumbling archway, her hand resting on the cold iron of her sword hilt, feeling the familiar, dull ache in her shoulder where the armor had chafed the skin raw for the third week of this endless siege....

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