The Golden Song
The morning Elias Thorne packed his leather satchel with the last of his father’s silver coins, the door to the apothecary burst open with a force that shattered the morning’s fragile silence, admitting Alderman Halloway into the room like a storm front that had finally broken. Halloway did not look at the packed bag, nor did he acknowledge the dust motes dancing in the single shaft of sunlight...
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