The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The rain fell in sheets, cold and relentless, blurring the stone facade of the magistrate’s manor into a gray smear. Elias Thorne stood on the wet gravel, his shoulders hunched against the wind, clutching the gold brooch in his fist until the metal bit into his palm. The object hummed, a low, subsonic vibration that traveled up his arm and settled in his chest, a physical weight that matched...

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