The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The snow did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a thick, grey static that erased the horizon and swallowed the sound of your own breathing. You stood in the doorway of the Oakhaven constabulary, your breath misting against the cold iron of the badge you had worn for ten years, watching the road that should have been a lifeline turn into a white, featureless void. The magistrate, Alderman...

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