The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The moth did not fly. It sat. It sat upon the cold iron of the workbench, a creature of impossible geometry. Its wings were folded tight against its thorax, yet they shimmered with a light that had no source. The light was gold. It was the specific, heavy gold of late afternoon sun trapped in amber, but it burned without heat. It burned without life. Elias stared at it. He was a man of forty...

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