The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The dream was always the same: a sound like ice cracking in a frozen lake, and then the left hand, the one that typed the logs, the one that held the coffee mug, splitting along the metacarpals into jagged shards of translucent glass. Elias Thorne woke at 04:00, gasping, the sheets twisted around his legs. He looked at his hand. It was solid, fleshy, trembling. But the sensation of the fracture...

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