The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The heavy oak doors of the manor groaned against the damp morning air, a sound like a long-held breath finally released, as Elara stood in the threshold, her fingers white-knuckled around the brass handle. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of beeswax and old paper, a perfume of preservation that seemed to suspend time in amber, yet Elara felt the seconds ticking away with a violent,...

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