The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The mortar was red. Not the brick red of the walls, but the arterial crimson of old blood mixed with ash. Thomas stood in the center of the stone circle, his knees locked, his breath ragged in the cold air. He was not a knight. He was a scribe. His hands, stained with ink and dust, trembled as he held the heavy iron mace. The weight of it was a physical lie, a deception of gravity that pulled...

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