The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The banquet hall of the Bureau of Silence smelled of stale lavender and old paper, a scent that Elias Thorne had learned to associate with the particular weight of his own failure. He sat at the long mahogany table, his hands wrapped around a glass of cold brandy, watching the Director move from guest to guest with the smooth, predatory grace of a man who had never once been wrong. The room was...

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