The Golden Song
The sword lay in the scabbard, and the scabbard was heavy with the weight of your father’s silence, a silence that had settled into the very wood of the floorboards of the manor house where you had been raised on duty and duty and the cold, hard expectation of honor, which is to say that you have spent the better part of your life believing that the blade was the only truth in a world composed...
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