The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The air in the distillery was thick with the scent of copper and rot, a heavy, sweet perfume that clung to the back of the throat and refused to be washed away by the cold morning air. Elias Thorne stood before the still, his hands hovering over the pressure gauges, fingers trembling not from the chill of the basement but from the rigid tension that had become his primary mode of existence for...

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