The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The banquet hall of the Royal Palace smelled of roasted pheasant and old wax, a scent that Elias Thorne had associated with duty for thirty years. He sat at the long table, his hands steady around a glass of port, watching the candlelight flicker against the vaulted ceiling. At fifty-two, Elias was the senior archivist, a man whose memory was supposed to be his most valuable asset, yet lately...

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