The Golden Song
The scream came from the cellar. It was not a human sound. It was wet. It was tearing. Elias dropped his ledger. The ink bled. The house shuddered. Dust rained from the ceiling beams. He stood frozen. His hands shook. The floorboards groaned under his weight. The air was thick. It smelled of ozone. It smelled of old blood. Elias was fifty years old. He was a clerk. He counted ledgers for the...
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