The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The rain had not stopped for three days. It drummed against the slate roof of the manor, a persistent, hollow rhythm that seeped into the bones of the house. Elias Thorne sat in the study, his back straight, his hands folded in his lap. He was a man of fifty, though he looked older. His face was a map of deep lines, etched by wind and worry. He wore a suit that had been fashionable a decade...

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