The Golden Song
The ink on the vellum was not yet dry when the first crack appeared, a hairline fracture running from the capital letter G down to the final period, splitting the word *Gold* into two trembling halves. Elias Thorne did not see it, not at first. He was too busy counting the coppers in his palm, the metal cold and heavy against his skin, a tactile anchor in a world that felt increasingly like it...
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