The Golden Song
The knife was in your hand, and the blood was already on the blade before the first man had hit the ground. You remember the weight of the steel, the way it felt like a piece of the world that had been cut away from its proper place. Captain Elias Thorne, thirty years old, standing in the courtyard of Oakhaven Fortress in 1892, did not hesitate. The order was clear: restore order. The men were...
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