The Golden Song
The gold signet ring sat on Elara Vance’s palm, heavy as a stone dropped into still water. Outside the window, the October light was thinning, casting long, pale shadows across the drafty hall of the ancestral home. She was thirty-four years old, a widow of three years, and the debts of her late husband’s failed vineyard were crushing the life out of the estate. She wanted to sell the house....
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