The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The cart wheels bit into the packed mud of the King’s Road, sending up a fine, grey dust that coated my lips and the leather of my gloves, a dry, suffocating taste that reminded me of the kiln where I had spent the last twenty years bending bronze until my spine cracked. I was not a king’s man, nor a lord’s servant, but a man who owned a workshop in the shadow of the Cathedral, and I had come...

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