The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The tin cup sat in your hands, cold enough to bite through the skin of your palms, the condensation slicking your grip as you stared at the dregs of tea at the bottom. You were holding it in the barracks, the air thick with the smell of damp wool and unwashed bodies, while Julian lay on the cot across the room, his chest heaving in a rhythm that did not match the rest of the world. You wanted...

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