The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The banquet hall smelled of stale wine and damp wool. It was a heavy, suffocating scent, clinging to the velvet drapes and the polished mahogany of the sideboard. Margaret Holloway stood in the center of the room, her spine rigid. She was the detective here, though she wore no badge. She wore a grey dress, simple and severe, cut from a fabric that felt like sandpaper against her skin. The...

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