The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The mist did not rise from the river; it exhaled from the water, a thick, copper-scented fog that turned the reeds into gray ghosts. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the bank, his boots sinking into the mud, watching the black surface of the river churn with a rhythm that felt less like current and more like a pulse. He was thirty years old, a man whose life had been measured in...

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