The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The hall smelled of wet wool and old wine. It was a place of stone and shadow, where the air hung thick with the weight of unspoken things. Elias stood by the hearth. He watched the fire. The flames licked at the blackened lintel. They danced like restless spirits. He wore his uniform. It was dark blue, pressed sharp as a blade. The brass buttons caught the light. They gleamed with a cold,...

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