The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

Counting the hours was the only way to keep the cold from settling into your bones. One, two, three. The watch bell at the market square chimed the third hour, a dull thud against the stone walls that vibrated in your teeth. You were Elias, twenty-four, and you had counted every hour since the magistrate took your father’s lyre. The silver instrument sat in a velvet-lined case in the...

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