The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The rain fell upon the cobblestones of Oakhaven with a persistence that felt less like weather and more like a judgment. It was the kind of cold, biting drizzle that seeped into the marrow, turning the breath of the townsfolk into small, ghostly plumes that vanished before they could reach the sky. In the center of the market square, amidst the mud and the groaning carts, stood Elias Thorne. He...

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