The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The rain did not fall so much as it pressed against the glass, a relentless, grey thumb smearing the world outside into a blur of wet asphalt and flickering streetlights. Inside the small, cluttered office of the Department of Public Safety, the air was thick with the smell of stale coffee and old paper, a scent that seemed to seep into the fabric of the walls and stay there for decades. Silas...

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