The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The rain had not stopped for three days, a relentless gray curtain that blurred the edges of the world and turned the castle’s ancient stone into a weeping thing. We sat in the Great Hall, the air thick with the scent of wet wool, stale ale, and the metallic tang of fear. I was Sir Julian, though here, in the shadow of the High King’s judgment, I was merely a man in irons, his hands bound at...

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