The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The fever broke with a taste of copper and dust. Elias Thorne sat up in the damp cellar, the air thick with the smell of rotting straw and old stone. His head throbbed, a dull, rhythmic pain that synced with the dripping of a leaky pipe somewhere in the darkness. He was twenty-four, a Captain in the new conscription levy, and he felt hollowed out. The golden wheat from his dream was gone,...

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