The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The ledger sat on the table, its spine cracked, the pages yellowed by decades of smoke and neglect. I counted the hours I had spent in this room, forty-three, and the weight of them pressed against my temples like a stone. Outside, the wind stripped the bark from the oaks, a raw, scraping sound that made my teeth ache. I was not a man who sought attention, but the attention of the High Court...

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