The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The rain fell in sheets. Gray. Cold. It soaked through the wool of Alderman’s tunic. He walked. The road was mud. Thick. Black. It sucked at his boots. He did not stop. He could not stop. To the north. To the Keep. The air tasted of iron. And old blood. Alderman was a man of the Law. A warden. His hands were rough. Scarred. They had held a sword. They had held a shield. They had held a woman....

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