The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The bell at the edge of the moor had not rung in three days, and the silence was a physical weight that pressed against the eardrums of the valley below. Elara stood on the ridge, her breath pluming in the thin air, watching the mist retreat from the ancient stones. She was a woman of the old ways, a keeper of the boundary between the seen and the unseen, though in this age of iron and...

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