The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The iron bit in his mouth tasted of rust and old blood. Elias held the reins tight, his knuckles white against the leather, while the stallion beneath him bucked and snorted, steam rising from its flanks in the freezing air. They were at the edge of the tree line, where the mist from the valley floor clung to the branches like wet wool. He was not hunting deer. He was hunting a feeling. A...

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