The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The clay bowl sat in Elias’s hands, heavy and cold, its rim worn smooth by decades of thumbs. He gripped it until the knuckles whitened, the ceramic digging into the flesh, a small, sharp pain that grounded him against the tremor rising in his left wrist. It was the soldier’s curse, the physician at Blackwood Keep called it, a palsy that came not from age but from anticipation, a body...

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