The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The cart rattled over the cobblestones, a sound like dry bones grinding against one another, and Elara pressed her face against the muddy glass of the carriage window, watching the capital scroll by in a blur of grey stone and darker, wetter shadows. She was twenty-two, a scholar of linguistics who had spent the last three years hunched over crumbling tablets in the university library,...

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