The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The varnish was going to crack. Elias Thorne ran his thumb over the grain of the maple, feeling the fine, dry dust give way to a smooth, cold surface that felt less like wood and more like skin that had been left out in the sun too long. It was a small thing, a hairline fracture near the bridge, but in the quiet of the workshop, it sounded like a gunshot. He wiped his hand on his apron, the...

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