The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The hall of the manor house was not dark, but the light did not seem to reach it; it hung in the air like a suspended breath, a pale, dusty gold that illuminated the dust motes dancing in the stillness. Margaret Holloway stood by the window, her fingers tracing the cold stone of the sill, her mind a chaotic tangle of whispers and echoes that refused to settle. It was a feast, or what passed for...

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