The Golden Song
The ledger weighed four pounds, twelve ounces, a precise and indifferent fact that Clara Vane had known better than she knew the weight of her own sleeping body, and she stood in the center of the disciplinary hall with her fingers locked around the spine of the book, feeling the cold brass of the binding bite into her palm as if it were a brand. The room was tiled in pale blue, a color that...
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