The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The smell of iodine was a living thing. It crawled under the skin. Elias Vane stood in the corridor of St. Jude’s Hospital for Infectious Diseases. The year was 1918. The air was thick with the scent of boiled linen and decay. He held a vial. The glass was cold. The liquid inside was amber. It caught the dim light. It looked like honey. It looked like gold. He was the head chemist. He had no...

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