The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The dream began, as it always did, with the smell of wet wool and the metallic tang of old pennies, a scent that clung to the back of Callum Macrae’s throat like a physical weight, pressing down on his lungs until he could barely draw breath. He was standing in the center of the high-ceilinged office at the firm, the fluorescent lights humming their low, electric hymn above him, but the carpet...

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