The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The scales in the cellar were old, their brass pans warped by decades of damp and the heavy, pungent weight of indigo cakes. Elias counted the coins in his palm, three silver pennies and a copper, flipping them over and over until the edges blurred, his breath misting in the cold air that smelled of rotting wool and vinegar. He was thirty years old, and his hands, stained blue to the second...

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