The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The ink in the scriptorium smelled of iron and old blood. I am Elias, and I have served Duke Aldric for three years, hoping that my steady hand would earn me a permanent place in his court. I wanted more than wages; I wanted the permanence of a title, the weight of a seal. The Duke’s hands trembled as he sat across from me, a faint, rhythmic pulse that matched the scratching of my quill. I...

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