The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The rain did not fall so much as it was hurled, a horizontal lash of gray sludge that turned the moor into a churning ocean of mud and heather, and in the center of this howling chaos stood Silas Vane, a man whose body seemed to be slowly dissolving into the wet earth, his fingers white and knotted around the hilt of a rusted iron sickle, his eyes fixed on the low stone cairn that marked the...

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