The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The bell tolled the hour, a heavy, bronze sound that vibrated in the marrow of my bones. I woke with the taste of iron in my mouth, the dream still clinging to me like wet wool. In the dream, my father had been a god of brass and steam, his eyes burning with a cold, white fire. He had handed me a key made of light. I had taken it. I had used it. And the house had dissolved into ash. I sat up....

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