The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

Elias. The name hung in the dust-thick air of the Grand Conservatory, spoken by a voice that had once been sharp but now sounded like dry leaves skittering across pavement. Elias did not turn. He was twelve years old, standing on the polished oak floor of the practice room, and his throat was tight with a silence that felt less like absence and more like a physical weight, a stone lodged in his...

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