The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The ink is wet and the candle gutters, casting long, trembling shadows against the peeling wallpaper of my cramped room in Blackwood, where the air always tastes of coal dust and regret. I am thirty years old, Arthur Vane, a junior clerk at the Halloway Ironworks, and I am drowning in debts that stretch back to my father’s foolishness and my own quiet desperation, yet tonight I feel a strange,...

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