The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The rain fell in sheets of grey iron, hammering against the tin roof of my workshop until the noise became a physical weight, pressing against my temples. I paused, my needle hovering over the silk, the thread taut as a nerve. Outside, the town of Oakhaven was silent, save for the rhythmic pounding of the storm and the distant, mournful tolling of the church bell. It was a town that did not...

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