The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The ledger sat on the workbench, its spine cracked from three years of use, and you counted the coins for the fourth time. Twelve pounds, six shillings, and a handful of pennies that smelled of copper and old sweat. That was the debt to the bank. That was the cost of the lead cames, the silver nitrate, the kiln fuel. You had six weeks until the winter solstice, and the Great Hall’s rose window...

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