The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The brooch was not gold, but it looked like it, a fractured shard of something that had once been whole, and Elias Thorne held it up to the flickering tallow light, watching the way the metal caught the shadows of the scriptorium and threw them back distorted, jagged, like a reflection in a broken mirror. He was twenty-four, a scribe of middling rank and bottomless ambition, and he had spent...

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