The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The parchment lay on the oak table, the ink still wet, smelling of iron and vinegar. It was a list of names, and Elias’s name was at the bottom, circled in red. He was ten years old, small for his age, with hands that shook not from fear but from the cold seeping through the floorboards of the King’s private study. He held his father’s velvet cloak in one fist, the fabric worn thin at the...

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