The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The eyes of the men in the square were wrong. They were not empty, not dead, but dim, like lamps left burning in a drafty room. Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the cobblestones, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword, feeling the familiar ache in his shoulder joints. He was thirty-two years old, and his body felt fifty. The court demanded a head for the Golden Thief, a rumor that had grown...

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