The Golden Song
The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a heavy, gray curtain that smothered the cobblestones of Dunmore until the town itself seemed to be dissolving into the wet earth. Dr. Elias Thorne stood in the center of the main square, his coat soaked through to the skin, holding the leather-bound manuscript with a grip so tight his knuckles had turned the color of old bone. Around him,...
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