The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The velvet lining of my greatcoat had begun to rot, a slow, sweet decay that smelled of wet wool and old blood, a scent that clung to me like a second skin and refused to wash out even after I scrubbed the fabric until my knuckles bled. I was seventeen, standing in the antechamber of the High Court of Aether, a place where the air was thin and hummed with the static charge of unspoken laws, and...

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