The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The iron gate did not groan when I pushed it, which was the first thing that felt wrong, for in the stories my mother told me by the fire, the gates of the Under-World shrieked like a dying ox, but here in the mist-choked valley where the air tasted of wet stone and old blood, it slid open with the silent grace of a funeral procession. I stood there, my hands still shaking from the cold that...

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