The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The bird was perched on the arm of the throne, its feathers a dull, bruised gold that seemed to absorb the torchlight rather than reflect it. Elias stood at the foot of the dais, his hand resting on the pommel of his sword, his knuckles white. He had seen it before, in the corner of his eye, a flicker of movement that vanished when he looked directly at it. But now it was still, watching him...

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