The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The hall was a throat of stone and oak, humming with the low, wet roar of three hundred men. We were the King’s Peace, or so the banners claimed, though the air tasted of rust and old blood. I sat at the long table, my hand resting on the hilt of my sword, watching the golden broth rise in the iron cauldron at the center of the floor. It was not just soup. It was the alchemy of the realm, a...

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