The Golden Song
The chain hung around my neck like a noose of gold. It was heavy, not in weight, but in memory, each link a testament to a promise I had made to a woman who no longer existed. I was the Inquisitor of the Realm, a title that sounded grand on parchment but felt like a bruise on my tongue. My duty was to protect the King’s bloodline, to weed out the pretenders, the witches, the thieves. But...
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