The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

Maren woke inside the dream. It was not a waking she remembered. It was a becoming. The air tasted of iron and old rain. She stood in the center of a vast, circular hall. The floor was black stone, polished to a mirror sheen that reflected her own face back at her, but the reflection did not move when she did. It waited. The walls were made of bone. Not the brittle, yellowed bones of the dead,...

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