The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The sword was too heavy for my arm. It hung at my side like a dead limb, the steel dark and cold. I wiped the blood from my knuckles with a rag that had once been white. Now it was brown. It smelled of iron and sweat. "Again," said Sir Julian. He stood by the wall. He did not move. His face was calm. His eyes were hard. "Your guard is open. The left side. You know this." I nodded. I knew. I had...

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