The Golden Song
The sash weighed four ounces, a fact that Elara had memorized three days ago when she first held it in the cold light of her father’s study, a weight that seemed negligible then but felt like a stone in her pocket now as she stood in the mud of the border pass. She counted the steps down the hill, one, two, three, keeping her grip on the rusted hilt of her sword to stop her hands from shaking,...
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