The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The rain hits the shield wall with a sound like static. You do not look up. You count the drops. One, two, three. The rhythm is a cage. You are Thomas Bradshaw, Sergeant of the Third Watch, and you are tired in a way that goes deeper than muscle. It is a bone-wear. A soul-ash. The fortress is not stone. It is memory. You stand on the ramparts of Aethelgard. The mist below swallows the valley....

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