The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended veil of grey mist that smelled of wet slate and old iron. Elias Thorne stood at the bottom of the hill in Millhaven, watching the fog swallow the silhouette of his house. He was a man composed of angles and quiet habits, a clerk for the municipal water board, whose life was measured in the steady, unyielding tick of the office...

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