The Golden Song
The bell tower stood like a broken tooth against the bruised sky. It had been struck by lightning three winters past, and the crack ran down its face like a vein of black ice. Elara sat in the shadow of the archway, her back against the cold stone. The air tasted of wet ash and old iron. She was not alone, but she might as well have been. The city of Oakhaven was a beast of stone and soot,...
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