The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a grey curtain that smelled of wet stone and old iron. Silas Vane stood at the edge of the precipice, watching the mist swallow the valley below. He was a man who had spent forty years decoding the silence of others, a scholar of languages that no longer had living speakers, and yet he could not translate the look on his wife’s face. Eleanor...

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