The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The dream was of ink. Not the black of night, nor the deep blue of a bruise, but a wet, shimmering black that smelled of iron and old paper. It pooled in the hollow of his throat. He woke with the taste of it on his tongue, a metallic tang that clung to the back of his teeth. Outside, the rain hammered against the windowpane of the inn. The year was 1348. The air was thick with the scent of wet...

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