The Golden Song
The bell above the door of the St. Jude’s Academy for Wayward Youth did not ring; it groaned, a low, tectonic shudder that traveled through the floorboards and into the soles of twelve-year-old Elias’s shoes. He stood in the courtyard, his fingers wrapped around the iron bars of the gate, feeling the cold bite into his skin. The morning mist clung to the cobblestones like a shroud, thick and...
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