The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The rain had not stopped for three days, a persistent, rhythmic drumming against the leaded glass of the high windows that turned the world outside into a blurred, grey smear. You stood in the center of the long gallery, your boots wet and heavy, the smell of damp wool and old dust thick in your nostrils. The air here in the ancestral home of the Blackwood estate was always cold, even in the...

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