The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The dream was made of wet stone and the smell of old iron. Thomas stood in the center of a vast, open square. The ground was paved with flagstones, black with age and rain. Around him, the air was thick, heavy with a silence that felt less like absence and more like a held breath. He looked down at his hands. They were clean, which was a lie, for he had been scrubbing them for hours against the...

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