The Golden Song
The rain had not stopped for three days, turning the gravel drive into a slurry of brown mud that sucked at the tires of the black sedan as it ground to a halt before the house. Elias Thorne stepped out into the damp air, his collar turned up against the chill, and looked up at the structure that had consumed his professional reputation and his personal sanity for the last six months. It was a...
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