The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The ink on your hands has not washed off in three days, a fact that the maids whisper about with a reverence that feels uncomfortably close to fear. You sit in the high-backed chair in the center of the Grand Hall, the room stretching out behind you into a void of mahogany and velvet, and you feel the weight of the silence pressing against your eardrums. The court is not made of stone or gold...

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