The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The fog did not roll in; it stood up. It was a vertical wall of grey wetness that erased the horizon, swallowing the world in a silence so thick it had texture, like wool pressed against the ears. Elias Vane walked through it. He had been walking for three days, or perhaps three weeks. Time had become a loose thread, fraying at the edges, unmoored from the clock face of the sun which had not...

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