The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The rain did not fall so much as it existed, a constant, gray static that hummed against the windows of the old textile mill. Elara stood by the glass, her reflection ghostly in the condensation. She was not human. She had never been human, though she wore the shape of a woman like a borrowed coat. Her skin was pale, tight over bones that did not quite fit the human architecture. Inside her...

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