The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The rain did not fall so much as it was exhaled by the sky, a heavy, gray breath that smelled of wet stone and old iron. I stood at the edge of the chasm, my boots sinking into the mud that had once been the road to my father’s estate, and I held the iron key in my hand, its cold weight a small, sharp anchor against the swirling chaos of my thoughts. It was a key of black iron, unadorned,...

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