The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The pain in Elias’s right hand was a dull, rhythmic throb, a second heartbeat that had nothing to do with his chest. He stood in the center of the grand foyer of the Ashworth estate, the air thick with the scent of wet wool and old dust. It was raining outside, a persistent, grey drizzle that blurred the line between the world and the windowpane. Elias was a man of fifty, though the years had...

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