The Golden Song
The gold thread hung between Elara’s fingers, thin as a spider’s web and twice as fragile. It caught the candlelight, a single strand of metallic gold that seemed to hum with a vibration she felt in her teeth. She stood before the tall mirror in the Duke’s private wardrobe, her reflection staring back at her, pale and sharp-featured, her hands trembling as she pinned the final stitch onto the...
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