The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The dream began not with light, but with the smell of wet wool and the distinct, metallic tang of old blood, a scent that seemed to seep up through the floorboards of the mill office where Elara was sitting, her hands wrapped around a cup of tea that had long since gone cold, the steam long dissipated into the damp, gray air of the Highland morning. She was dreaming of her father, not as he had...

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