The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The frost had settled on the windowpane of the command tent like a fine, white lace, intricate and cold. Silas Thorne stood before it, his breath hanging in the air, a ghost of himself trapped between the glass and the night. Outside, the industrial sprawl of the city glowed with a sickly, amber haze, the smoke from the factories churning the stars out of the sky. He pressed his palm against...

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