The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The rain in Harrow’s Gap did not fall so much as it hovered, a grey, suspended mist that turned the cobblestones into mirrors of the sky and the souls of the men who had walked them. I stood at the window of the watchhouse, my hand resting on the cold iron of the sill, watching the fog eat the world inch by inch. Inside, the air smelled of stale tobacco, damp wool, and the faint, metallic tang...

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