The Golden Song
The blade did not sing; it screamed, a high, thin shriek of steel against the ancient oak door that shook the very dust from the lintel, and in that singular, suspended moment of impact, the world outside the heavy timber ceased to exist, replaced by the roaring, blood-thirsty void that had swallowed the kingdom for three years, a void that pressed against the eyes of the old man standing in...
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