The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The dream began, as it always did, with the smell of wet plaster and old roses, a scent that hung heavy in the air of the Whitmore estate, thick enough to taste, metallic and sweet, coating the back of Arthur’s throat. He stood in the center of the library, the room he had curated for forty years, watching the dust motes dance in the shafts of afternoon light that pierced the high, arched...

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