The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The brooch sat on the table in the Guildhall, a small, heavy thing of tarnished gold, its central stone a chip of dark garnet that seemed to hold a secret deeper than the wood beneath it. It had been brought in by the town clerk, a man whose hands trembled with the particular anxiety of someone who has touched a crime scene, and it waited there, inert and accusing, under the dim light of the...

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