The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The knot in the hemp rope slipped through Elias’s fingers, cold and slick with the damp of the cellar. He gripped it again, the rough fibers biting into the calluses of his palms, and pulled. The wood of the pulley block groaned, a dry, arthritic sound that echoed up the stone shaft toward the tower. Below him, the floor of the crypt was black with mold and the smell of wet earth was so thick...

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