The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The throat was a cage. That was the first thing old Silas noticed when he woke. Not the damp stone, nor the chill that bit through his thin wool tunic, but the tightness in his own flesh. It felt like a wire had been twisted around his neck, tightening with every breath. He sat up. The room was small, circular, and smelled of wet ash and old blood. Above him, the vaulted ceiling was lost in...

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