The Golden Song
The gold thread snapped with a sound like a dry twig breaking under a boot, and Elias knew, with the cold certainty of a man who has felt the same vibration in his loom for three days, that the Wraith had returned. He did not look up from the warp; his eyes remained fixed on the intricate lattice of the *Golden Song*, the tapestry intended to hang in the choir of the Abbey of St. Jude by the...
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