The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The house breathed. It did not creak, nor did it groan under the weight of its own ancient timber. It breathed. A slow, tidal exhalation that pushed the air against the skin, warm and damp, smelling of wet wool and crushed larkspur. Elias stood in the center of the hallway. His boots were muddy. The mud was black, sucking at his soles, a living thing that refused to let go. He was a sergeant,...

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