The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The porcelain cup in Elara’s hands was white, unadorned save for a thin gold rim that caught the dim light of the basement room. It was a perfect vessel, delicate and cold, and she held it as one holds a secret that has begun to weigh too much for the body to carry. The air in the cellar was thick with the smell of damp earth and old wool, a scent that seemed to seep into the pores of anyone...

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