The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The rain did not fall so much as it existed, a persistent gray veil against the windows of the St. Jude’s Asylum for the Mentally Deficient. Inside, the air smelled of boiled linseed and stale tea. Elias Thorne sat in his office, the wood-paneled room that smelled of his father’s pipe tobacco, even though the old man had been dead for six years. He was a man of few words and precise movements....

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