The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The rain did not fall so much as it was extracted from the sky by the sheer, grinding weight of the city’s indifference, a grey, viscous drizzle that seeped into the marrow of the bones of those who walked the cobblestones of Old Market Square without the privilege of a carriage or a coat lined with fox fur. Elias Thorne stood beneath the eaves of the apothecary, his fingers, stained...

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