The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

Thorne, you’re letting it spread, you fool, let it spread until it eats the bone, the old voice of the quartermaster seemed to drift through the damp stone air, a phantom scolding that had no source but the memory of every reprimand Elias had taken in fifteen years of service. The infirmary of the Blackrock Pass smelled of wet wool, iron, and the sweet, cloying rot of gangrene, a stench that...

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