The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The damp in the cellar of Ashworth Manor was not merely a smell; it was a physical weight, pressing against Elara’s lungs like a wet wool blanket. She knelt on the stone floor, her knees aching in the cold, and worked a cloth over the brass fittings of her father’s cello with a ferocity that bordered on violence. The instrument lay open before her, its varnish dark and deep as old blood, and...

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