The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

"You are holding it too tight," the Archivist whispered. His voice was dry, like leaves skittering over stone. "The song does not like to be squeezed. It breathes." I looked down at my hands. They were trembling. The parchment in my grasp was not paper. It was skin. Pale, translucent, warm. Veins pulsed beneath the surface, a rhythmic throb that matched the beating in my own chest. I was in the...

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