The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The rain did not fall; it was exhaled by the sky, a heavy, gray mist that turned the cobblestones of the lower district into slick mirrors reflecting the neon bleed of the upper tiers. Elias Thorne stood at the precipice of the Undercroft, his boots sinking into the muck, and watched the city above shimmer through the haze. He was a man who smelled of ozone and old paper, a detective in a world...

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