The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a suspended curtain of grey silk that turned the world into a watercolor left out in the damp. In the basement of the Ministry, where the air tasted of old paper and wet stone, Silas Thorne adjusted the brass clasp of his service sash. It was a heavy thing, woven from threads of gold and obsidian, and it had been stitched into the lining of his uniform...

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