The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

Thorne, you’re bleeding ink. The voice belonged to Sergeant Major Halloway, a man whose mutton-chop whiskers were stiff with grease and whose tone suggested the complaint was less about the blood and more about the mess it made on the regimental tablecloth. Elias Thorne did not look up. He was staring at his own hands, which were trembling not from cold, but from the weight of the letters...

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