The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The rain did not fall so much as it was poured from the sky, a cold, indifferent deluge that slicked the cobblestones of the royal precinct into a mirror of gray misery. Seven-year-old Elias stood on the wet flagstones, his small hands gripping the hem of his threadbare tunic, watching the guardsman strike the door with the butt of his rifle. It was a rhythmic, violent percussion, a heartbeat...

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