The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The autumn rain in 1893 did not wash the manor clean, but rather seemed to seep into the very stone, a cold, persistent dampness that smelled of wet wool and old paper, and as I sat at my desk in the library, the smell of my mentor’s decay still clinging to my fingers, I heard the first note of the Golden Song drifting through the keyhole, a sound so pure and terrible that it made my teeth ache...

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