The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The bell of St. Jude’s tolled the hour of the night watch, its bronze voice heavy and wet in the fog that clung to the cobblestones of Dunhollow. I walked with my hands bound in iron, the links cold against my wrists, feeling the weight of the metal like a second skin. The town slept beneath a blanket of grey mist, but I did not sleep. I could not. The accusation had settled into my marrow...

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