The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The sword bit deep, not into flesh, but into the rotting wood of the gatehouse door, and I felt the vibration of it shudder up through my calloused palms, a cold, metallic hum that spoke of endings. The smoke was thick, tasting of ash and old blood, and through the haze, the silhouette of the King’s own guard moved like a ghost, their armor polished to a blinding, accusatory white. I did not...

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