The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

"Your hands are shaking." Elara stopped. The air in the guild hall was thick with the scent of ozone and burnt rosemary. She looked at her fingers. They were trembling violently. The skin was translucent, the veins beneath mapping a blue network of rivers. "You are breaking the form," Julian said. He did not look at her. He looked at the mirror. The mirror was not glass. It was a pane of...

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