The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The clay cup in your hands is chipped at the rim, a jagged white tooth where the glaze has failed, and you turn it slowly, feeling the roughness of the break against your thumb. It holds a spoonful of the tonic, thick and golden, smelling of wet earth and something metallic, like old blood. You are Elias, thirty-two, a junior clerk in the office of Lord Vane, and you are holding the only thing...

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