The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The ink on the parchment was still wet, shimmering like a bruise under the candlelight, and I could feel the weight of the King’s gaze pressing against the back of my skull, a physical thing, heavy as wet wool. I was not a scholar, nor a poet, nor even a particularly clever man, but I was the only one in the great hall of Oakhaven Castle who did not tremble, and so the scribes had chosen me to...

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