The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The city of Oakhaven was not a place you entered; it was a place that swallowed you, layer by layer, until the sky was a sliver of grey slate above the jagged teeth of the spires. I was twelve years old, a boy of sharp elbows and sharp tongue, and I walked the cobblestones with the arrogance of one who believes he is invisible. The air tasted of coal smoke and wet stone, a thick, metallic...

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