The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The mist in Aethelgard did not rise so much as it exhaled, a cold, damp breath that clung to the cobblestones and seeped into the marrow of anyone who walked its streets. Elias Vane woke with a start, his left hand pressed flat against the pillow, the skin there slick with sweat and trembling with a phantom ache that felt less like pain and more like a voice screaming in a language he had...

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