The Golden Song
The letter lay on the oak table, its seal broken, the ink still wet and glistening under the candlelight. It was a summons from the King’s Chamberlain, written in a hand so cramped and sharp it looked like a bird’s claw had scratched it. Elias read it twice, his fingers tracing the heavy, textured paper that felt like rough bark against his skin, before he folded it into a small square and...
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