The Golden Song
The first thing you notice is the sound. It is not a hum, exactly, but a low, resonant thrumming that seems to emanate from the floorboards themselves, vibrating up through the soles of your shoes and into the bone of your shin. You are standing in the hallway of the clinic, a place that smells of antiseptic and stale coffee, yet the air here tastes of copper and ozone. Dr. Aris stands before...
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