The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The air in the great hall of Aethelgard tasted of roasted apples and old dust, a thick, cloying sweetness that clung to the back of Elias Thorne’s throat as he sat rigidly at the edge of the long oak table, his fingers white-knuckled around a small glass vial of golden nectar that burned against his palm like a coal wrapped in silk. He was thirty-two years old, a man who had left the flat, grey...

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