The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended mist that clung to the wet cobblestones of the narrow, winding alleyways of the old city, turning the air into a heavy, breathing thing that pressed against the lungs of everyone who dared to walk the streets after dusk. It was the kind of weather that made the ancient stones sweat and the iron gates weep, a pervasive dampness that seeped...

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