The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The gate did not sing in the morning. It waited. I stood before it, twenty-five years old, my hands resting on the cold granite, feeling the pulse of the stone beneath my palms. It was a dull, rhythmic thud, like a heart buried in the earth. My name is Thomas, and I am the warden of this threshold, a post I accepted three winters ago because the pay was good and the work seemed simple. Hold the...

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