The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

You are Elias Thorne. You are thirty-four years old. You are an archivist. The fog in the city is thick. It tastes of coal and old rain. You sit in the basement. The air is cold. You hold the manuscript. The ink glows. It is faint. It is yellow. It looks like honey. It looks like blood. "Is it done?" Sarah asks. She stands in the doorway. She holds a cup of tea. The steam curls up. It vanishes...

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