The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The air in the conservatory was thick, a humid soup of rot and perfume that clung to the skin like a second, damp layer of wool. It was the kind of stillness that precedes a storm, not the dramatic rumble of thunder, but the heavy, oppressive quiet of a held breath. Silas Vane stood before the glass, his reflection ghostly and distorted in the condensation, watching the ferns outside bend under...

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