The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The gate was not a gate. It was a mouth. It hung in the mist above the black water, a jaw of iron and bone, wide enough for a ship, wide enough for a soul. Elara stood on the dock. Her boots were wet. The mud sucked at her heels. She pulled them free. One by one. "We’re late," said Jonas. He held his lantern low. The flame danced. It was a yellow thing. Sickly. "We are on time," Elara said. Her...

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