The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The bell in the steeple of St. Jude’s did not ring for the hour, but for the blood. It was a dull, wet sound, like a stone dropping into a deep well, and it hung in the air of the village square, trembling against the cold November wind. I was twelve years old, and my name was Elias, and I held the iron key in my left hand. The metal was warm, despite the frost that crusted the cobblestones,...

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