The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a grey curtain drawn tight against the windows of the old observatory. Elias Thorne stood at the glass, his breath fogging the cold pane, watching the city of Aethelgard slide into the mist below. It was a city of stone and soot, of iron bridges and gaslight, where the air tasted of coal smoke and wet wool. He was a man who measured the stars, yet he...

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