The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The bell rang. It did not chime. It screamed. A jagged tear in the velvet silence of the Hall. Master Aldric dropped the quill. Ink spilled. Black blood on parchment. He did not wipe it. He stared at the blot. It spread. Like a bruise. Like a rot. "Who is it?" he whispered. His hands shook. Fine tremors. The hands of a man who had written laws for forty years. Hands that had bound kings to...

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