The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The eggs are humming, Mr. Thorne. They have been humming since I brought the crate in. I set my bag on the floor, the leather handle snapping against the stone. The air in the archive smelled of dust, damp wool, and the sharp, metallic tang of old paper. I was thirty-four years old, and I had spent the last decade building a reputation on my ability to distinguish the authentic from the...

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