The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The ink was dry, but the smell of iron still hung in the damp air of the basement archive. I ran my thumb over the etched characters, the "Golden Song," a cipher that had no business being in the city records. I was thirty-four years old, a constable with twelve years on the force, and I was alone. The silence of the room was heavy, pressing against my eardrums, a physical weight that matched...

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