The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The fire did not roar; it whispered, a dry, rasping exhalation that stripped the thatch from the roof of the mill house and licked the ancient oak beams until they wept black tears. It was a Tuesday, a day of no particular import in the calendar of the village of Oakhaven, yet it felt like the hinge upon which all history pivoted and snapped. Thomas Bradshaw stood in the doorway, his hands...

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