The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The wind did not merely blow across the high moor; it seemed to possess a singular, hungry intent, stripping the last shreds of warmth from the air and driving them into the bones of the solitary figure who stood at the edge of the precipice, a place where the earth gave way to a vast, churning sea of grey mist that swallowed the horizon whole. Thomas Ashworth, a man whose shoulders had been...

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