The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The mortar was fresh on Elara’s hands, white and gritty against the dark soil of the trench. She was digging. Not for roots, but for the bone beneath the mud. Above her, the sky was a bruised purple, swollen with the weight of an ancient, forgotten war. The air smelled of wet iron and rot. She was a merchant of relics, or so the town of Oakhaven claimed. In truth, she was a thief of history,...

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