The Golden Song
The carriage wheels bit into the gravel with a rhythmic, grinding shriek that seemed to scrape against the very marrow of Elias Thorne’s bones, a sound so persistent and abrasive that it drowned out the quiet, terrified beating of his own heart as the vehicle crested the final ridge and revealed the sprawling, gray edifice of the Halloway Institute before him, a place where the air tasted of...
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