The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The banquet hall of Oakhaven was a cavern of gold and smoke, where the air hung thick with the scent of roasted pheasant and the beeswax that the maids had burned down to nubs on the high shelves. In the center of the long, oak table sat Elara, her fingers stained not with ink, but with the viscous, amber residue of the Honey of St. Jude, a remedy she had been grinding for three hours. It was a...

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