The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The dream always begins with the sound of iron sliding against stone. I stand before a gate of gold, not metal but light, and it waits for me to lower my rifle. I have stood there for years, in the space between sleep and waking, holding the weight of the weapon until my arms tremble. The gate does not open for the strong. It opens only for those who surrender. I wake with the taste of copper...

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