The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The wind tasted of iron. It bit through the wool of my cloak, a cold so sharp it felt like a tooth against the gums of the earth. I walked. The road was not a road. It was a scar in the heath, a grey line stitching together the black moors. I carried the weight in my hands. A small box. Oak. Bound in silver wire that had tarnished to the color of bruised plums. Inside lay the shard. The piece...

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