The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The rain had not stopped for three days. It drummed against the slate roof of the cell, a relentless, gray rhythm that matched the beating of Thomas’s heart. He sat on the straw, his knees drawn to his chest. In his lap lay the object that had condemned him. It was a cloak, heavy wool dyed the color of dried blood. It had belonged to his friend, Julian. Or rather, it had belonged to the man...

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