The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The tower stands. It does not care that your hands shake. It does not care that the iron in your blood is thinning. You stand at the base, where the stone is cold and weeping with moss. The wind howls through the battlements above, a low, continuous moan. It sounds like a dog dying in the dark. You are the Warden. This is the only title that matters now. The other names, the ones your mother...

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