The Golden Song
The first bell of the plague year did not ring with the clear, sharp voice of hope that the citizens of Oakhaven had known for a century. It groaned, a low, resonant thrum that seemed to vibrate in the marrow of the bones of every man, woman, and child who stood in the square. The sound was thick, clogged with the silence of the dead who had not been carried out fast enough, and it settled over...
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