The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended grey veil that turned the cobblestones of the lower ward into slick, black mirrors. Elias Thorne stood alone in the center of the square, his back straight, his hands clasped behind him in the rigid posture of a man who had long since forgotten how to be anything other than an instrument of order. He was a constable of the night...

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