The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

"You are late." The voice came from the dark. It was not a voice I recognized, nor one I expected. It sounded like dry leaves scraping against stone. I stood in the center of the Great Hall. The floor was cold under my boots. Dust motes danced in the single shaft of light that pierced the high, narrow window. The air smelled of wet wool and old blood. "Time is a circle, Thomas," the voice said....

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