The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The rain did not fall so much as it struck, a relentless, cold hammer against the slate roofs of the Old Quarter. You stood beneath the eaves of the glassblower’s shop, the damp seeping through the thin wool of your coat, watching the streetlights bleed into the wet cobblestones. The air smelled of sulfur and wet stone, a scent that had defined your life for thirty years. You were a maker of...

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