The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The rain did not fall so much as it descended, a thick, grey curtain that erased the boundary between the sky and the cobblestones of the village square. Thomas Ashworth stood in the center of the wet stone, his back to the church door, his hands raised in a gesture that was no longer a defense but a surrender. The sound of the bells above him was not a ring but a groan, a low, resonant thrum...

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