The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The cellar was not dark, but it was deep, a hollowed-out throat of the earth that smelled of wet limestone and the metallic tang of old blood. Elias Thorne sat on a overturned crate, his back against the cold stone, his hands bound not by rope or iron, but by a silence so heavy it had calcified into a physical weight around his wrists. He was waiting for the song. It had been three days since...

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