The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The lead came off the putty in long, grey ribbons, curling under Elias Thorne’s fingernails like dead worms. He was thirty-four years old, and his hands were steady, which was the only thing about him that had not shifted with the changing of the seasons. The Old Chapel sat in the shadow of the university library, a place where the air tasted of damp limestone and old paper, and Elias knew...

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