The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The cellar smelled of wet earth and something sweeter, something cloying that hung in the air like a visible mist. Elias Thorne knelt on the damp stone floor, his knees aching with a familiar, dull throb that had become the baseline of his existence. He was a man who measured the world in degrees of decay, a private investigator for the unexplained, hired by the wealthy to find what they could...

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