The Golden Song
The ledger was missing its final page, and the silence in the room was heavy enough to break a man’s spine. I held the book open to the last surviving entry, the ink faded to a brownish grey that matched the dust motes dancing in the single shaft of afternoon light. My fingers, stained with the particular grit of old paper, trembled slightly against the spine, a physical echo of the anxiety...
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