The Tale
Once a place for those who were lost. A golden voice, a voice for the voiceless. But in the end its always those with gold that abuse their power. Either golden riches or a golden voice.
I can’t remember, not their name nor their voice nor the story that I am writing. And surely, I will forget that I even ever wrote this as soon I pass on this book.
For I hope the forgotten gold that was buried will remain so; forgotten. For this gold gives false power, and false power corrupts.
Interpretation
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