The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The glass vial was cold against my palm, its surface slick with condensation that smelled of iron and old honey. I held it up to the candlelight, watching the amber liquid swirl, a drop of my own blood suspended within it like a trapped star. Outside, the mortar fire shook the dust from the cellar ceiling, a fine grey powder that settled on my shoulders and into the crevices of my fingers. I...

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