The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The ink in Elias Thorne’s quill had dried to a crust of black stone, yet his hand remained poised over the parchment, trembling with a fatigue that had nothing to do with sleep. He was thirty-two years old, a junior archivist in the gilded, suffocating court of the Duke of Aethelgard, and he wanted only the title of Royal Chronicler. It was a small want, by the standards of power, but it was...

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