The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The sword was out. It was out and it was shaking. I held it with both hands, my knuckles white, my breath coming in short, sharp hitches. The air tasted of iron and old dust. In front of me stood the High Lord. He did not move. He simply looked at me. His eyes were pale, like winter sky. He held no weapon. He held a scroll. The paper was yellow. It was old. It had a seal on it. A red seal. The...

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