The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The air in the workshop tasted of sawdust and the metallic tang of old blood, a scent that had seeped into the very grain of the oak floorboards over the course of your forty years as a luthier. You stood before the window, watching the rain streak the glass in long, weeping lines, blurring the view of the high street into a smear of gray and amber. Inside, the silence was not empty but heavy,...

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