The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The coal shed at the end of the alley smelled of wet ash and old iron. Thomas stood in the doorway, his uniform buttoned to the throat, the brass insignia of the municipal constabulary dulling under the grey light of the November afternoon. He held the lantern in one hand, its glass pane clouded with soot, and in the other he gripped the handle of a heavy, iron-bound case. Inside the case,...

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