The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The wind in the high moors did not whisper. It screamed. It tore at the hem of Thomas Bradshaw’s cloak, a ragged sound that matched the hollow ache in his chest. He stood at the edge of the cliff, the drop below a chasm of grey mist and jagged rock. Behind him, the village of Harrowgate lay huddled in the valley, its smoke rising in thin, defeated lines. Ahead lay the Wilds, a place where the...

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