The Golden Song
The door closed. The sound was a dull thud against the wet pavement. Elias stood in the alley, shivering. He held the iron bar. It was cold. It was his only friend now. The city breathed steam around him. Pipes groaned. The fog swallowed the streetlights. Elias was not a man. Not anymore. His skin had hardened into something like bark. His fingers were knotted, thick, and grey. He felt the hum...
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