The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The watch log counted the hours in ink that had begun to bleed into the parchment. Elias Thorne dipped the pen, a motion as mechanical as a metronome, and marked the time: 0400. The air in the tower smelled of wet stone and old blood, a coppery tang that coated the back of his throat. He was thirty years old, a sergeant with six years of service, and he wanted to go home. He wanted to walk the...

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