The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The mist clung to Oakhaven like a wet shroud, dampening the cobblestones and the breath of the few souls who dared venture out before the sun had fully broken the horizon. I am Thomas, thirty-two, a constable of the village, and my hands trembled as I gripped the truncheon, the wood slick with condensation. I wanted only to secure the harvest festival, to catch the thief who had stolen the...

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