The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The hall smelled of roasted pheasant and old wood. Candles flickered. Gold leaf shimmered on the walls. We sat at the long table. Silence hung heavy. My wife, Elena, sat opposite me. Her eyes were dark. Deep. She watched me. I watched the gold. The engraver’s guild had gathered. They honored the old ways. They honored the names. They honored the debt. The Master, Aldous Vane, raised his glass....

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