The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The fire did not roar. It whispered. It was a dry, papery sound, the kind made by leaves turning in a wind that had forgotten how to blow. Elias stood in the center of the circular hall, the stone floor cold and slick beneath his boots. The air was thick with smoke, a grey veil that stung his eyes and coated his tongue with ash. Around him, the walls were weeping. Not with water, but with heat....

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