The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The sound of the silverware hitting the porcelain plates was a sharp, rhythmic clatter that cut through the heavy, humid air of the harvest hall, and in that noise, Elara’s name was called out, not with affection, but with the flat, irritated tone of a man summoning a dog that had wandered too far from the yard. She stood at the center of the long oak table, the cracked golden lily clutched in...

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