The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The air in the town of Harrow’s End tasted of ozone and wet slate, a metallic tang that clung to the back of the throat long after the storm had broken. It was a place built on the bones of an older, crueler history, where the architecture leaned inward as if sharing a secret too heavy to speak aloud. At the center of this quiet, decaying web stood the Citadel, a structure of black granite and...

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