The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The parchment lay upon the obsidian table, its edges curling like dead leaves in the dry, cold air of the high keep, and I could not bring myself to touch it, though my fingers twitched with a phantom itch, a desire to smear the ink away, to erase the words that had been carved into my very soul by the King’s own hand, words that promised a glory that now felt as distant and impossible as the...

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