The Golden Song
The dampness of the stone walls had long since seeped into the very marrow of Elias’s bones, a cold that no hearth fire could truly penetrate, and as he hunched over the parchment in the flickering candlelight, the air around him seemed to thicken with a strange, expectant silence that pressed against his eardrums like the weight of deep water. He was a scribe of modest reputation, a man whose...
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