The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The sulfur in the air of Oakhaven does not smell like a chemical; it smells like the exhalation of a dying god, a heavy, acrid weight that settles in the back of the throat and refuses to leave. You are Elias, thirty-two, a master apothecary whose hands are perpetually stained with the residue of other people’s suffering, and you stand before the counter where Thomas Bradshaw sits, his face a...

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