The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The rain in Oakhaven did not fall so much as it suspended, a fine, grey mist that clung to the thatch of the cottages and the ironwork of the jailhouse windows, turning the small, medieval village into a place of damp wool and silence. Thomas Bradshaw stood at the center of the square, his hands bound behind his back with ropes that bit into the skin of his wrists, the rough fibers digging in...

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