The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The rain had not stopped for three days, turning the cobblestones of the lower quarter into slick, black mirrors that reflected the flickering tallow of the streetlamps. You stood in the corridor of your father’s house, a man’s house that was becoming a ruin, your hand resting on the hilt of a sword that had not tasted blood in a decade. The air smelled of wet wool, stale bread, and the...

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