The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The rain had not stopped for three days, a relentless, gray sheet that turned the cobblestones of the old guardhouse into a slick, treacherous mirror reflecting the dim, flickering oil lamps that lined the corridor, and it was in this damp, suffocating silence that Thomas Bradshaw sat on the edge of his narrow bed, staring at the peeling plaster on the wall where the paint had once been the...

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