The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The fire did not begin as a spark but as a verdict, a sudden, absolute severing of the air in the great hall of the Guildhall where the air smelled of wet wool, tallow, and the metallic tang of old blood, and Silas Vane stood in the center of the circular dais, his hands bound behind his back with ropes of hemp that had been soaked in salt water to prevent escape, watching as the embers of the...

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