The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The kettle sang. It was a high, thin note, like a bird caught in the wire. Elara stared at the steam. It curled. It twisted. It died. She held the cup. The ceramic was warm. The tea was black. It smelled of bergamot and dust. She was a clerk in the Bureau of Alchemical Standards. She verified purity. She weighed grams. She filed reports. The work was sterile. The work was safe. The door...

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