The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The sound started in the teeth before it reached the ears. A low, thrumming vibration that rattled the fillings in Arthur Vane’s jaw and made the dust on the gallery shelf fall in fine, gray sheets. It was not a noise, exactly. It was a pressure. A presence. The men in the seam called it the Hum. They said it was the earth breathing, or perhaps the ghost of the last man who had died in the...

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