The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The banquet hall in the basement of the old textile mill was not a place of celebration but of suspension, a realm where the air hung heavy with the scent of ozone and wet wool, and the light did not come from the bulbs above but from the skin of the attendees themselves, a faint, pulsing luminescence that betrayed their inner states. Elias Thorne stood at the periphery, his hands clasped...

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