The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The ledger showed four hundred and twelve hours of silence, and I had to count them again. I sat in the cellar, the air thick with the damp smell of old stone and the faint, metallic tang of the brass tuning fork resting in my palm. It was a small thing, unremarkable except for the way it hummed when I lied. That was the rule, quiet and domestic as a cat circling a hearth. The Abbot had...

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