The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The sword was in the mud. It lay there, half buried in the red clay of the courtyard. Rain slicked the stone. It ran in rivulets over the pavers. It dripped from the eaves. It drummed on the thatch. Elias knelt. His knees hurt. They were old joints. They had worn smooth against the floorboards of the cellar for twenty years. Now they pressed into the cold wet earth. He did not care. The blade...

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