The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The ink on the ledger was not merely black but a deep, bruised violet, a color that seemed to absorb the light rather than reflect it, and as Elias Thorne traced the faded lines with a fingertip that trembled not from age but from a sudden, primal terror of recognition, the air in the study grew thick with the scent of dried lavender and old paper, a scent that was so intensely personal it felt...

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