The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The dream began with the sound of glass breaking. It was a high, thin shatter. Like a wine stem dropped on stone. It echoed in the small, rented room above the chandler’s shop. I woke with my heart hammering against my ribs. The air in the bedroom was thick and stale. It smelled of damp wool and old paper. Outside, the city of Oakhaven was waking up. The bells of St. Jude’s Cathedral rang out,...

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