The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The wool of the tunic chafes against your skin, a rough, constant friction that reminds you of the dust on the windowsill. You stand in the center of the Great Hall, the air thick with the smell of wet stone and old fear, while the High Inquisitor, Master Aldous, stares down at you from the high dais. Your hands are bound by rope that has already bitten into the wrists, leaving red welts that...

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