The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The ink on my quill trembles, a fine grey thread bleeding into the parchment as I record the final hour of my tenure. I am Elara, twenty-four years old, and I am writing this from the small chamber attached to the throne room, where the air is thick with the scent of beeswax and the distant, rhythmic pounding of the city’s gates closing against the autumn chill. My eyesight has failed me again,...

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