The Golden Song
The parchment lay on the table, its edges curled like dry leaves, and Thomas Bradshaw read the line three times before he touched it. It was a requisition form, stamped with the red wax of the Crown, listing the contents of his kit: one sword, one crossbow, one change of linen, and a vial of honeyed wine for the road. He did not pick it up. He looked at Elara, who sat in the corner by the dying...
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