The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The bells of the Keep did not ring for the dead, but for the living who had forgotten how to die. They hung in the high tower, bronze skins stretched tight over hollow throats, waiting for the hand that would strike them. I stood at the base of the spiral stairs, my armor cold against my chest, feeling the weight of the iron as if it were a second skin grown in pain. Below me, in the courtyard,...

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