The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The stone floor of the cellar was slick with condensation, and the air tasted of wet wool and rot, but Elias did not feel the cold. He felt only the jagged edge of the glass in his palm, the shard of the vial that had held the Golden Honey, the sacred tonic that was supposed to cure the Withering. His father was dying, wasting away in the upper dormitory while the Abbot stood over him, his face...

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