The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The trowel in Elias’s hand was heavy, the wood handle worn smooth by years of grip. He pressed it into the wet mortar, the gritty paste sticking to the steel blade. Outside, the wind picked up, whistling through the broken slates of the roof above him. He was thirty-two, a junior archivist with a degree in history and a bank account that was slowly bleeding out. He was here to fix St. Jude’s...

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