The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The feast was held in the vaulted hall of the Guild of Weavers, a place where the air smelled of wet wool, beeswax, and the stale, metallic tang of old blood. You sat at the head of the table, not as a guest, but as the proprietor, the man who had bought the loom, the threads, and the hands that worked them. Your name was Elias Thorne, and you were a man who believed that order was the highest...

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