The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The frost had come early that year, biting through the wool of your cloak and settling into the marrow of your bones with a quiet, persistent malice that no amount of shivering could dislodge. You stood at the edge of the village square, where the cobblestones were slick with a glaze of ice that mirrored the gray, indifferent sky above. In your hands, you held the heavy, iron-bound trunk that...

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