The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The rain hit the window. It drummed against the glass. I sat by the fire. The hearth was cold. I held the chain. It was heavy. It was gold. It sat in my palm. Warm. Like a pulse. I looked at my hands. They were scarred. Old scars. White lines. Crossing the skin. I was an officer. Of the King’s Guard. Now I was old. The house was quiet. Too quiet. The shadows lengthened. I put the chain on the...

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