The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

"More," the Duke said. His voice was a dry leaf scraping across stone. He did not look up from the ledger. The ink was still wet, black and glossy, bleeding into the heavy cream paper. Elara stood by the hearth. The fire had burned down to embers, a red eye staring out from the ash. She held a tin cup to her lips. It was warm. It was always warm. The liquid inside was thick, golden, and smelled...

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