The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The air in the Grand Hall tasted of copper and old dust. I stood by the pillar. My hands were shaking. Not from cold. The heat was stifling. The chandeliers blazed above us. They burned with an unnatural light. It did not flicker. It did not wane. It was a fixed, staring eye. I was the new archivist. My name was Thomas Bradshaw. I had come from the coast. The sea was far away now. I felt its...

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