The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The hall smells of roasting boar and old stone, a scent that has soaked into the very marrow of your bones since you were a child standing in the shadow of your father’s legs, watching the world turn with a terrible, slow grace. You stand at the edge of the dais, your armor polished to a mirror-shine that reflects the flickering candlelight and the faces of the lords who have gathered to judge...

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