The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The honey was thick, amber, and heavy in the jar, a substance that seemed to hold the light of a sun that no longer shone over the valley. I sat alone in the high tower of the manor, the wind whistling through the cracks in the stone, a sound that felt less like air and more like a warning. My hands, stained with the golden syrup, trembled not from cold, but from the weight of what I had done....

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