The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The fire started in the thatch, silent and yellow, before it became orange. It did not roar. It simply ate the roof of the manor house, consuming the thatch and the oak beams in a slow, hungry breath. Sir Alaric stood on the threshold. He was a large man, his shoulders broad enough to block the narrow doorway, his hands resting on the pommel of his sword. The sword was old, the hilt worn smooth...

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