The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The ale was dark, the smell of yeast and damp wool thick in the air of the Great Hall. It was a feast for the new conscripts, a spectacle of excess meant to break the spirit of the young before it could harden into pride. I sat at the far end of the long oak table, my armor polished to a mirror shine that caught the flickering candlelight. My name was Elias Thorne, and I was the shield-bearer...

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