The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The first thing you notice is the smell. It is not rot, exactly. It is the scent of wet wool and old paper, a dusty sweetness that clings to the throat. You are standing in the Hall. It is high and cold. The vaulted ceiling is painted with stars that have long since lost their light. You are here to be judged. You do not know why you are here. You only know that you must be. The room is full of...

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