The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

You walk the road. It is long. It is wet. The mud clings to your boots. It pulls at your heels. You do not look down. You look ahead. The gate is black iron. It is high. It looms over you. The air smells of rain and iron. You smell fear. It is not yours. It is the wind’s. You have walked for three days. Your legs are wood. Your back is stone. You are a soldier. Or you were. Now you are just...

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